My computer thinks I`m gay
I threw that piece of junk away
On the Champs-Élysées
As I was walking home
This is my last communicate
Down the super highway
All that I have left to say
In a single tome

I`ve got too many friends too many people
That I ll never meet, 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, would it come back to me someday?
Like a needle in the hay, or an expansive stone
I`ve got a reason to declaim,
Applications are to blame, for all my sorrow,
My pain, feeling so alone








I`ve got too many friends too many people
That I ll never meet, 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, 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
It staring into a phone

I`ve got too many friends too many people
That I`ll never meet, 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, 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