You Got Me

Take your job and you take your pay
 Go down the same staircase every day
 The #9 bus, then the subway
 Come back home and do it all again
 6'3" and basketball scars
 Got your dreams but just a penny jar
 So you live for your days off that are so short
 And don't you wonder what it's all for?
 But I know you got more
 Statistics never tell the whole score
 And I'm banging on your door
 'Cause you found a way to my heart
 You got me
 Feeling free
 In the middle of a concrete jungle
 Baby, it's a miracle to me
 You got me
 To really see
 We ain't so stuck
 We got more than what you see
 Put you in a box so they know what you're about
 The city's in a grid, so go figure it out
 Freedom to choose— but don't you go out of the lines
 It's hard for a shaky hand when you're painting all the time!
 That's the part of it that I can't stand
 I chose you just for who you are, despite all their demands
 I'm tired of the things that box us in
 'Cause what we make together, baby, is a perfect combination
 And I know you got more
 Statistics never tell the whole score
 And I'm banging on your door
 'Cause you found a way to my heart!
 You got me
 Feeling free
 In the middle of a concrete jungle
 Baby, it's a miracle to me
 You got me
 To really see
 We ain't so stuck
 We got more than what you--
 Oh you do, you do, you do
 In the middle of a concrete jungle, baby, it's a miracle
 Yeah, feelin, feelin' free
 We ain't so stuck we got more than what you see
 (really got this thing for you, baby
 Really got it bad!
 They wanna know in twenty words or less
 But all I know is that it's something I gotta have!)
 You got me
 Feeling free...