Tickets to What You Need

I'm turning the lights down low
Ready to make my move
Get you tickets to what you need

I'm treading the borderlines
And ruining peoples' lives
By giving them what they need

You're quite right to ask me what's wrong with me
You want to take a look in my head
Here I've been thinking, "what's wrong with me"?
I'll watch the news instead

I'm turning Madonna down
Calling it my best move
I'll get her tickets to what she needs

I'm hugging my eiderdown
Employing a microscope
To find you the things you need

Now I'm ready to tell you what's wrong with me
I'm feeling the emptiness rise
And I'd trade the whole thing quite gladly
For something of similar size

I'm turning the lights down low
Ready to make my move
Get you tickets to what you need

What's wrong with me? x4