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]