Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted
Anything at all
Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted
This is the voice that I was given and if you don't like it
I never wrote one single thing for you
You can find and I'll be singing it out, I'll be singing
Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted
You don't mean a thing to me
Go work in retail, spare the suspense
Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted
Clever composition and the honesty, honesty
Go work in retail, spare the suspense
So save your breath and the money you spent
Oh, Mr. Magazine
What if the critics hate you
Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted
Catch somebody off their feet
I never wrote one single thing for you
We're living what we're singing
Go work in retail, spare the suspense
Don't worry 'cause they might just
You both mean shit to me
When they review the debut
So afraid of anything that may not come that easy
So save your breath and the money you spent
Too afraid of anything that may not
Or your so-called music scene
Or your so-called music scene
Take a long walk off of the shortest pier
Pick it up, pick it up
Just don't take chances on anything at all
Well, pick it up, pick it up, you need it too
Oh, Mr. Magazine
Too afraid of anything, you may not have seen before
So save your breath and the money you spent
Just don't take chances on anything at all
'Cause I'm sick and tired of waiting
Pick it up, pick it up
Anything at all
Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted
Well, pick it up, pick it up, you need it too
Just don't take chances on anything at all
So I guess that's a step in the right direction
Love me or leave me or rip me apart
Pick it up, pick it up
Sick of this fucking apartment
Well, they can love it or leave it or rip it apart
So afraid of anything that may not come that easy
Well, pick it up, pick it up, you need it too
