It's my arms that wrap you up nice
  It's my arms, it's my arms baby
  Small rooms with record exec types
  Whisper away my future lately
    I'll introduce you to producers
  I'll write your songs and make them way damn shorter
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  I'm so confused
  This industry has made me cold
  I trusted you to make me shine bright
  This is almost getting old
    Shock me with fear it's taking longer
  Blood sweat and years will make me way damn stronger
    It's my words that fail to give insight
  I blame you, blame me baby
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    It suits me just fine
    This is the package I'm sending
  These are the clothes that I'm wearing
  These are the words that I'm saying
  These are the notes that they're playing
    I'll introduce you to producers
  I'll write your songs and make them way damn shorter
    [Chorus]
    And it suits me just fine