Sleeper

I could get dressed up and tell you at your worst Someone better suited will only get there first You used to know how to turn salt into honey Sure, I'll let you tell it, go on and make your money So I'll turn off the highway at my exit And I'm still singing 'Yellow Rose of Texas' And my street still looks the same In six months, I won't hear your name Once I was a curled snake, a sleeper asleep Belly in the dust, never playing to keep And in the end, you weren't so dead wrong And anyway, it made for a good song How can I help you? What do you need? How can I help you? What do you need? How can I help you? How can I help you? How can I help you? What do you need?