your friends all wear too much black
girls think its funny you dance like that
boys all say you must be strange
i don't see what they mean
one lone patch on your black vest
some dead poet or some such mess
meet you saturday at tracks
it must be obvious
its true
i don't care at all
i don't mind your studio hair gel
i don't mind the howard jones poster on your wall
your hair looks like robert smith
brings to mind the word "obsessed"
nite club straps along your wrist
it must be obvious
its true
i don't care at all
i don't mind your studio hair gel
i don't mind the howard jones poster on your wall
doesn't even phase me
i don't mind the people you don't know
i don't mind the crazy way you play your casio