75 acessos
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 communiquè
Down the superhighway
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 never be there
If I could give it all away
Would it come back to me some day?
Like a needle in the hay
Or an expensive stone
But I've got a reason to declaim
The applications are to blame
For all my sorrow, and my pain
Of 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 never be there
My computer thinks I'm gay
What's the difference anyway
When all that people do all day
Is stare into a 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 never be there
I'll never be there
I'll never be there
I'll never be there
I'll never be there