Metarie

Met a girl, introduced myself I asked her to be with me and no one else And she said, I'd really like to see you everyday But I'm afraid of what my friends might say You need a bath and your clothes are wrong You're not my type I can tell we wouldn't get along I just laughed what else could I do And her friend chimed in singin' get a clue Get a life, put it in your song There's something I've been meaning to say to you I'd had enough couldn't take it anymore So I turned and I ran straight for the door Bought some mags on my way home For later on ya know when I'm all alone Bottle of wine and some cigarettes Watch TV and go to bed I know a guy lives in Los Angeles Sometimes his life there makes me so jealous I'd like to move out of this place Change my name, get a new face Sleep all day stay up all night And everybody I meet thinks I'm alright Pat my back say I like your song