Intro : (en arpèges)
My co mputer thinks I'm gay, I threw that piece of junk away
On t he Champs-Elysées, As I was walking home
This is my last communiqué, down the super 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 a round expensive stone
But I got a reason to declaim the applications are to blame
For all my sorrow and my pain I'm 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
(2x)
My co mputer thinks I'm gay, what's the difference anyway ?
When all the people do all day, is staring to 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
(2x)
I'll never be there, I'll never be there
I'll never be there, I'll never be there