What do you want me to play? Tell me, what do you want me to play? I’ve got two sound hands and this guitar is OK. I can switch into D, change it easily to G, going back again. I feel so sick I can hardly think. Words coming out of my mouth I let my body speak. But I don’t wanna be a playing fool for thee. And after all I’m the one to control who I am and where I wanna B.