I am the second cabinet Im hiding in the attic Your things are all around me They're smoking up the window The next ones in my wallet The glove department stole it And ate it like a sandwich And drove it out the driveway You're running down the hallway And looking for my number I dropped it in the toilet So you would never find it I want the second eating Thats written on the ceiling When fourteen thousand wishes Come flooding into texas I am the second greeting I greet you all with kindness I shake your hand with passion You're smoking up the vauxhall I drive it into england And open up the window You hold my had with passion Im still holding the wheel