Don’t want my box unwrapped -Tara Turner sings Tudor by GM Jon

Me, rap? Can’t rap, don’t ask me. No way, I’m old, too sold, too cold Too white, and too establishment. Don’t need to know who pays my rent Can’t dance, Too tight Can’t beat. Two left feet Too rigid, right? Can’t swing, can’t wing. Here’s another nerdy thing I can not originate, I prefer to imitate. Me, rap? Can’t rap, don’t ask me. no way, I’m old, too sold, too cold. I’m not a party animal. Or a scary Hannibal Or a closet claustrophobic Me. I’m mostly frontal lobic Made a living without giving way to emotion. Not my potion Me, rap? Can’t rap, don’t ask me. no way, I’m old, too sold, too cold. Better gagged and locked away. To never glimpse the light of day In a box marked ‘danger! Keep away, any stranger’ I don’t want my box unwrapped Leave my juices all untapped Leave me and my sleeping soul Unwitnessed in my Superbowl. Me, rap? Can’t rap, don’t ask me. no way, I’m old, too sold, too cold.