one awkward conversation can ruin my whole day
in the company of strangers with some vulgar shit to say.
cocktail hour social like an obsolete machine spitting anecdotes and boring jokes from someone else's spleen.
and i always seem to miss the point completely (and here i am again).
culture baron trainwreck and it's hard to look away
but i'm yawning like a kid in a carpet store.
refusing to be interesting is a funny way to go
but i guess you know your business
you're the one who makes the windstorm blow.
and i always say i miss the point completely
(and here i am again, here i am again).
and i always wish you'd behave more discreetly;
it's kind of puzzling, but you're falling into place
(it's what you do best).
you're a popular opinion,
you're an easy thing to foster,
you're an ostentatious tourist,
you're a predictable posture,
you are a record left on the dashboard,
you're a nasty little hang.
you miss the point completely
i get the point exactly
you miss the point completely
i get the point exactly
you miss the point completely
i get the point exactly
no you miss the point completely
no i get the point exactly
no you miss the point completely
no you miss the point-a!
(interlude francais)
