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