Lyrics: Why do you hate me? Why don't you just simmer down? You could be doing great things Instead of just pushing me around Or maybe just be sleeping Even you at times must get tired
You're such a wire You're such a wire Look at you You're such a wire
Look at you Packing it Blasting it You're such a wire
The world it looks so big But it feels so small I'm snapping like a twig In this dried up, dying fall I think the winter is going to be a real whirligig
Why do I hate you? That's because I am full of it If all your dreams came true Then you must be completely full of it You won't catch me weeping 'Cause you know that I'm not a crier
I'm such a wire I'm such a wire Look at me I'm such a wire
Look at me Packing it Blasting it I'm such a wire
Definitions and References: whirl·i·gig (n.) 1. Any of various spinning toys. 2. A carousel; a merry-go-round. 3. Something that continuously whirls.
