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 [x4]
