Flash Bare Ass

So, you want to be a writer that I'd like I guess I better learn how to read Hope you care deeply if you write And only describe what you've seen When looking real close with your minds eye If you're gonna be a writer that I'd like So, you want to sing a song the way I like? Well, here's how I'd like you to sing I want to believe you get stage fright Convince me it's just a bad dream Neither taking nor leaving is all right If you're singing your songs the way I like Do you want to talk to strangers Or take a walk on a beach? But boogie head long into danger Or build a house in a tree Well, it's all well and good, I guess It's just not for me If you want to paint a picture that I'd like Here's one way to set up your scene Every plate and glass in its own light On a table rests exotic cuisines Mischievous cat black as midnight Is casting shadows in a painting I might like Take a look around you That's where you are All your missed connections, and every shot in the dark You figured out what makes you special, go on kid, follow your star See, I can tell that you're gonna get real Trying to be someone that you like The work is harder than it seem You're gonna flash bare ass in broad daylight Even if you're working to be someone that you like Flashing, flashing, flashing bare ass I'm flashing bare ass for you and for me I'm flashing bare ass, you and for me Yeah