My computer
thinks I'm gay
I threw that
piece of junk away
on the
champs-Elysees
as I was
walking home
this is my last
communique
down the
supper highway
all that I have
left to say in
a single to
me I got
too many friends
too many people
that I'll never meet
and I'll never be
there for
I'll never be
there for
cause I'll never be
there
If I could give it
all away
will it come back
to me someday
like a needle
in the hay
or an expensive
stone
But I got a reson
to declaim
the applications
are to blame
for all my sorrow
an my pain
a feeling
so alone
I got
too many friends
too many people
that I'll never meet
and I'll never be
there for
I'll never be
there for
cause I'll never be
there
too many friends
too many people
that I'll never meet
and I'll never be
there for
I'll never be
there for
cause I'll never be
there
My computer
thinks I'm gay
What's the
difference anyway
when all that
people do all day
is staring
to a phone I get
too many friends
too many people
that I'll never meet
and I'll never be
there for
I'll never be
there for
cause I'll never be
there
too many friends
too many people
that I'll never meet
and I'll never be
there for
I'll never be
there for
cause I'll never be
there
I'll never be
there
I'll never be
there
I'll never be
there
I'll never be
there