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 super highway All that I have left to say In a single tome 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 reason to declaim The applications are to blame For all my sorrow and my pain Of feeling so alone I got
(x2) 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 the phone I got
(x2) 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