| Hey you, new wave, come over here
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| You’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen all year
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| Hey you, new wave, don’t turn away
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| Close those pouty lips and listen to what I say
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| Why must you smoke that clove cigarette?
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| Why must you act like you’ve got a hole in you head?
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| Why don’t you split the squares and love me instead?
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| You’re all shiny and clean, I’ve seen you in my dreams
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| Like the Rolls Royce I can’t have
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| Your presence makes me scream
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| Sour grapes — you leave such a bad taste
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| Sour grapes — I don’t need you anyways
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| Sour grapes — feeding, feeding my rage
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| Hey you, new wave, I pity you
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| When you get old, what will you do?
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| What will you do when you turn 21?
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| You’re cockteasing at the singles bar just for fun
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| What will you do when you turn 31?
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| What will you do when you don’t know how to love anyone?
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| I wanted her cherry, I got sour grapes
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| I refuse to climb the ladder for you
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| I refuse to pant and paw for you
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| I need love, don’t need no beauty queen
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| But still, when I look at you, I scream
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| Sour grapes — you leave such a bad taste
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| Sour grapes — I don’t need you anyways
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| Sour grapes
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| Just go riding right by me on the crest of the new wave
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| Sour grapes — feeding, feeding my rage
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| Sour grapes |