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Lyrics: I wonder if you can pick up My yawning on the phone When I call across the country When I call for no reason I will bore you with my singing Like I’m doing now As you drink your crappy Semillon That gets you pi**-der by the hour and I’m boring still and I’m boring still I am b-o-ring still We took the bus to Freo (gosh we get around) I wrote some new bad lyrics With that same old banal sound And I miss you like a bad smell I can’t stand you anymore Today I dream of anyone and not of you for sure ’cause you are boring still and I am boring still Yeah we are b-o-ring still You know it’s ok I’m kinda happy to be dull But I think I’m gonna throw up If you keep on warbling And if I ever come home and I am not sure if I will I hope you’re not gonna Keep on singing still Oh yeah but I guess you f***ing will Oh, I’m yawning still You know we got it sorted We really got it down To a fine art at Freo In that sleepy tiresome town I wonder what I’m drinking The label says it’s Chardonnay But it tastes all watered down God I’m so bored and have nothing left to say… I am boring still I am irksome still I am tedious still Oh I’m exhausting still They like me in Albany still I’m in (yawn) a contract still More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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