La la la la la

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I called you twenty-seven times from Blythe

While I was out on the road

Your stupid sister always picks up the phone

And says that you're not at home

I drink Ensure to try and make me look healthy

But I feel like a lightweight

I try to talk real cool, try to act proud

But I still can't get a date



You're so busy

You're so busy

Now I'm incoherent

Feeling like a loser

You're so busy

You're so busy

Like a single parent

In a nuclear winter



La la la la la

La la la la la

La la la la la

La la la la



You told me my twig was as good as gold

And now I'm feeling real foolish

The ghosts of all my loves are coming back to haunt me

Now it feels really ghoulish

I read "The Art Of War" to try to get a battle plan

But I didn't get it

I watch the talk shows and I listen to my therapist

But I still feel like shit



You're so busy

You're so busy

Now I'm incoherent

Feeling like a loser

You're so busy

You're so busy

Like a single parent

In a nuclear winter



La la la la la

La la la la la

La la la la la

La la la la



Maybe if I could just walk on water

Then you couldn't ignore me

Or take a swan dive from twenty-seven stories

Could finally set me free

You give me one touch then you cast me aside

Just like a piece of lumber

Ooh, when I call you up and try to get a date, well you say

"Here take a number"



You're so busy

You're so busy

Now I'm incoherent

Feeling like a loser

You're so busy

You're so busy

Like a single parent

In a nuclear winter



La la la la la

La la la la la

La la la la la

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