No one ever gets to know how I get my kicks
Because baby that's my own, that's my own bussiness
When I'm down at the stores, I put a chill in the air
And these guys wanna talk, but I can't say I care
Much about the people buzzing around me
And they're speaking all the time about such, and such, and such
But it's fucking boring
So I don't mind if they want to marginalize me
Yeah, keep me on the sidelines 'cause it's easy, just fine
I can keep myself busy
No you don't get to ask me, where I go at night
I'm kinda fierce with my privacy
It's a human right
I keep a little black flag, in an old jam jar
'Cause she reminds me of you guys
And how you never get far
When you buzz around the shade of the tree
And you're speaking all the time about this, and that, and then
But it's fucking boring
'Cause I'm a star
Yeah, I'm on a far out frequency
I've been listening for patterns on my satelite TV
And bribing my setencing
It's a feeling that I can't quite explain
It's like I have a manner of a heavenly hand
Still tethered up my brain
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