It's Alright with Me

You want the window
Well it’s alright
You want the middle
Well it’s alright
You want the aisle
Well it’s alright with me

You think I’m wrong
Well that’s alright
You hate this song
Well that’s alright
You want me gone
Well that’s alright with me

You’re making fun
Well that’s alright
You pull a gun
Well that’s alright
Want me to run
But that don’t sit right with me

'Cause I am shifty
Yeah I’m quick
Give you the look
And make you sick
Both the fox and the wizard
Rolled into one

Yeah, Death
Is coming round again
And he’s looking
For a new best friend
Don’t run
Or try to hide
Yeah, just go out and meet him
Tell him you ain’t ready to die
Just yet

You want the middle
Well that’s alright
You want the window
Well that’s alright
You want the aisle
Well that’s alright with me

I was nasty, I was mean
Born in a puddle of gasoline
But I learned to let the little things go