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So you're not much for conversation
Well I'm not a conversationalist
Exchanging gifts, still wrapped in paperwork
Like true working stiffs, who never admit
That the sidewalks are not fit for walking
On the skirts of oversized heads
Watch the messengers dressed like Devo
They're getting sloppy again
I've got a craving for a magazine subscription
I've got a thrist for the solace of print
If we were indoors you'd have the bad luck
I'd be rubbing it in
Instead of soaking it in
But I will not fight your umbrella wars
I will not complain about dry skin
And when the bottom drops on every floor
I'll hold the towel
That you've thrown
I will not fight your umbrella wars
I won't tone up in crowded gyms
Found strength in lousy weather metaphors
More ten years debt
Sarcasms
I will not fight in your umbrella wars
I can't complain about dry skin
And when the bottom drops on every floor
I'll hold the towel
That you've thrown