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 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 reson to declaim
the applications are to blame
for all my sorrow, 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 you 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
