| One awkward conversation can ruin my whole day,
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| In the company of strangers with some vulgar shit to say,
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| Cocktail hour social like an obsolete machine,
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| Spitting anecdotes and boring jokes from someone else’s spleen.
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| And I always seem to miss the point completely,
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| And here I am again.
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| Culture barren train wreck and it’s hard to look away,
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| But I’m yawning like a kid in a carpet store,
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| Refusing to be interesting is a funny way to go,
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| But I guess you know your business,
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| You’re the one who makes the wind storm blow.
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| And I always say I miss the point completely,
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| And here I am again, here I am again.
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| And I always wish you’d behave more discreetly,
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| It’s kind of puzzling,
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| But you’re falling into place,
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| It’s what you do best.
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| You’re a popular opinion,
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| You’re an easy thing to foster,
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| You’re an ostentatious tourist,
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| You’re a predictable posture,
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| You are a record left on the dashboard,
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| You’re a nasty little hang.
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| You miss the point completely,
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| I get the point exactly,
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| You miss the point completely,
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| I get the point exactly,
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| No you miss the point completely,
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| No I get the point exactly,
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| No you miss the point completely,
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| No you miss the point-a! |