BUT ENOUGH ABOUT YOU

I know you prob’ly think you’re not the type of girl who goes to a place like this But if you have another drink you’ll prob’ly think You can navigate the haters like you got GPS That’s cute, you brought a book to read And you’ve got, like, a hundred degrees But enough about you – let’s talk about me

Did you happen to see my ride outside? It’s clad in leather and it’s covered in chrome Why don’t you drop the dialectics and submit to my prophylactics? Come on baby let me take you home No, I’ve never heard of Foucault But I like the way that you look, though But enough about you – let’s talk about…

Oh sweet thing, can you make the scene? The little voice inside lets out a little scream But the music’s so loud, you can’t hear a thing You can’t hear a thing over this cock-a-phany

Set your sights a little lower, slide a little closer Now you see things from my point of view You’re like a sexy librarian to my flexing trust-a-farian C’mon you’ve got to meet my crew

No, I’ve never heard of Rousseau But your legs are like liquid gold But enough about you – let’s talk about me

Oh sweet thing, can you make the scene? The little voice inside lets out a little scream But the music’s so loud, you can’t hear a thing You can’t hear a thing over this cockaphany