text: My computer thinks Im gay
  I threw that piece of junk away
  On the Champs-Élysées
  As I was walking home
  This is my last communiqué
  Down the superhighway
  All that I have left to say in a single tome
  I got too many friends
  Too many people that Ill never meet
  And Ill never be there for
  Ill never be there for
  Cause Ill never be there
  If I could give it all away
  Will it come back to me someday?
  Like a needle in the hay or an expensive stone
  But I got a reason to declaim
  The applications are to blame
  For all my sorrow and my pain
  A feeling so alone
  I got too many friends
  Too many people that Ill never meet
  And Ill never be there for
  Ill never be there for
  Cause Ill never be there
  I got too many friends
  Too many people that Ill never meet
  And Ill never be there for
  Ill never be there for
  Cause Ill never be there
  My computer thinks Im gay
  Whats the difference anyway
  When all the people do all day
  Is stare into a phone
  I got too many friends
  Too many people that Ill never meet
  And Ill never be there for
  Ill never be there for
  Cause Ill never be there
  I got too many friends
  Too many people that Ill never meet
  And Ill never be there for
  Ill never be there for
  Cause Ill never be there
  Ill never be there
  Ill never be there
  Ill never be there
  Ill never be there