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 cacophony
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 cacophony
"Hello? Yeah, hi, it's Trent from the bar last weekend? Yeah, so anyway...there's this party you ought to go to. I mean, you ought to go with me. These dudes are so rad -- I've been trying to party with them for like, a year. They've got a house in the Hills? You know, like the TV show? Now I finally have some entree, you know what I'm saying? Like, we are IN. Two words: chocolate fountain....”
"Yeah, hi, it's me, Trent, again. So I was heading down to Guitar Center and I was thinking about picking up that Ibanez I was telling you about. They just marked it up to $2400 so I think the time to strike is now. You want to come down there with me and say you were there when the legend began?"
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