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 communique Down the supper 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 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 the 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'll never be there 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 I'll never be there I'll never be there I'll never be there I'll never be there Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com