My computer thinks I'm gay
I threw that piece of junk
away on the champs Elysees
as I was walking home
this is m 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 an 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