Too Square from Eleven Eleven by Pablo McCrimmon

She speaks in blue jeans
Way into inner peace
She sees the world from a funhouse mirror

I speak in puns
She says I ain’t no fun
But I’m spending all my days wishing I could see her

I lack the style
To make her stay a while
I lack the guts
Needed to call her up

But I can’t give up now
And I can’t fathom how
Oh, I’m just too square

She’s full of flavor
Crazy behavior
She packs as much as a folder in manila

I understand
Why she finds me bland
She’s triple chocolate, I’m plain vanilla

I lack the finesse
I’m in awe of her craziness
I’ve lost all the gumption
Required to function

My nerve’s falling fast
Hang the flag at half mast
Oh, I’m just too square

Anyone but me would be enough
Why the hell does being cool have to be so tough

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