Standing at the Gate

So whatch'ya gonna do about me

I've been hanging 'round a while

Trading books and knowing glances

I thought i'd stick around

But this really ain't my style

So this ain't heaven on earth

Looks like we'll have to wait

But we are standing at the gate

I took a look inside your attic

And secret shelves and hidden rooms

It didn't scare me when i saw it

Your hidden attic is no temple of doom

And this ain't heaven on earth

Looks like we'll have to wait

But we are standing at the gate

So whatch'ya gonna do 'bout me

Put me on a secret shelf

I wanna change myself around

You know i'd do it

If i thought that it would help