Monday, 8 December 2008

I'm Twice the Man He is and Now I Will Prove it

And glass after glass
we are just making masks
and somebody else is in my seat
And they won't move
and each time I sip
I cannot complain
I'm beginning to slip

And the man in the corner says go home to bed
but I'm feeling New Order, it's stuck in my head
and now people are slapping in time with the music
I'm not discontent as I finally lose it

And oh how do I prove
and oh what is the use
when I know I'm far too shy
and when things come my way I won't happily die

And the man in the corner says go home to bed
but I'm feeling New Order, it's stuck in my head
and now people are slapping in time with the music
I'm not discontent as I finally lose it
A boy on the dance floor has very nice shoes
Shit, I'm twice the man he is and now I will prove it

But oh how do I prove
and oh what is the use
when I know I'm far too shy
and when things come my way I won't happily die

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