Lyrics
Won't you twist my arm so seductively
Expressing a desire for a persuasive or enticing influence.
And lead me to where we can breathe.
Suggesting a need to go to a place where one can find relief or relaxation.
You can take it piece by piece til I'm open.
Allowing oneself to be gradually revealed or understood.
I can slide my shoes against the curb
Engaging in a seemingly purposeful action, possibly metaphorical.
Like I'm doing something neat in my head,
Engaging in imaginative or contemplative thoughts.
To let us in... But it's a secret.
Describing an action to gain entry with an element of secrecy involved.
I'm torn in two and three and four,
Expressing emotional conflict or being pulled in multiple directions.
And if you want I'll count some more.
Offering to quantify the internal struggle with a playful tone.
Five and six, pick up bricks
Using counting and physical action as a distraction or coping mechanism.
And step on over... Over my head.
Acknowledging being overwhelmed or overthinking.
You can take it piece by piece if you want,
Reiterating the idea of gradual revelation or understanding.
People take what they want,
Commenting on people's tendency to take what they desire without restraint.
They take and take and give to take some more.
Highlighting a cycle of taking and giving, potentially with negative consequences.
My arms seem so long, thank goodness for pockets.
Expressing gratitude for a means of hiding or protecting oneself.
Hide me so far down, til I'm not here.
Describing a desire to withdraw or disappear.
I'm torn in two and three and four,
Continuing to express emotional conflict with emphasis.
And if you want I'll count some more.
Reiterating the willingness to quantify the internal struggle.
Five and six, pick up bricks
Using counting and physical action as a metaphor for moving forward.
And step on over, over my head.
Emphasizing the overwhelming nature of the internal conflict.
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