The Compromise Lyrics - Dog Problems - Format

You, you think it's cool to be crazy 

I say "You're born rich, stay " there's no point in takin chances 

And me, I wouldn't call it a sophmore slup, no, i'd say 

I'm one step closer to bein' just where i want to be 

Away from this scene, 

Away from this machine 

So meet me in the middle, 

Well c'mon let's make up a dance 

And we'll agree to call it the compromise 

Step one: find a partner, grab a pen 

And don't you dare ask questions, 

Just sign on the dotted line 

Step two: your partner behind a desk 

Will then do absolutley nothing 

So it's your job to dance and smile the whole time 

Well don't call it a trend, 

'cause it's the only way we think to get ahead 

So meet me in the middle 

Well c'mon let's make up a dance 

And we'll agree to call it the compromise 

There's no sense in complainin' 

If it doesn't change your minds 

So take me by the hand, let's compromise 

I can feel your feet touchin' mine 

If you can't dance, there's someone else in line 

So meet me in the middle, 

Well c'mon let's make up a dance 

And we'll agree to call it the compromise 

There's no sense in complainin' 

If it doesn't change your minds 

So take me by the hand, let's compromise