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
Writer(s): Brian Molko, Stefan Olsdal, William Lloyd, Steve Forrest
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