Making Changes (Making the Grade, Making You)

I can make my fingers give me an F I can make my fingers give me an A I can move from failing to passing grade I’ve been known to ( Known too) I can move these arms till they cannot move anymore I can tire these fingers on strings that need some changing chords I can move so many things But I can’t move you I can pick my nose from time to time It’s sort of unsightly, but it’s mine I can pick the loser at the horse race, It’s sort of unlucky, you’ll make that face (We lost! .. .. Again!) I can pick up after myself most of the time Most tours need 18 hours till everything’s in line I can pick a lock, that’s a lie MacGuyver or Bond should give it a try I can pick away at all these unrelenting thoughts But I Can’t get you To pick me too To Pick me too Ohhh, to pick me too