My computer thinks I'm gay I threw that piece of junk away On the Champs-Elysées As I was walking home This is my last communiqué 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 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 (x2)
My computer thinks I'm gay What's the difference anyway When all the people do all day Is staring into the phone?
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 (x2)
I'll never be there I'll never be there I'll never be there I'll never be there