Lyrics: Willem Smit
Music: Willem Smit
Actually, these funky seeds
Outgrew my need's disdain
It got the best of me
I'm squinting at forgotten fables
Rid me of my bitter failure
Hit me with your dinner table
Rough me up and kick me in the shins
I'll need to believe in something
In a friend
I'll need to go on to somewhere
Until the end
'Cause I already know how this one ends
Hold me close inside your handheld
Teach me how to drive
So I never have to use the pavement again
Knock the references out of me
And untie me from the family tree, but
Plant your seed inside of me
Hit me, baby, one more time
I'll need to believe in something
In a friend
I'll need to go on to somewhere
Until the end
'Cause I already know how this one ends
You can be my innovators
I can be your personal trainer
(You can be a personal trainer)
You can be my innovators
I can be your personal trainer
(You can be a personal trainer)
You can be my innovators
I can be your personal trainer
(You can be a personal trainer)
You can be my innovators
I can be your personal trainer
(You can be a personal trainer)
You can be my innovators
I can be your personal trainer
(You can be a personal trainer)
You and I
We can help each other out
(You can be a personal trainer)