Fauxhemia The Dead Milkmen
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[Verse 1]
I just don't get Norah Jones
The other day I was on my way home
And on the radio in my car
I heard her interviewed on NPR
Even though I hate to admit it
I hear her music and I just don't get it
Maybe if I tried just a little bit harder
Then I could be just a little bit smarter
And like all the things I'm supposed to like
[Chorus]
Your three hundred pound psychic baby
Knows when you leave the room
Your three hundred pound psychic baby
Knows where you hide the food
[Verse 2]
I just don't get Norah Jones
Maybe this is why I feel so alone
Like some kind of social Cast off
Or a maybe modern Visigoth
And if I never get Norah Jones
There's a good chance that I'll die alone
Maybe if I took the matter in hand
Then I could be a smarter man
And enjoy the films of Wes Anderson
I just don't get Norah Jones
The other day I was on my way home
And on the radio in my car
I heard her interviewed on NPR
Even though I hate to admit it
I hear her music and I just don't get it
Maybe if I tried just a little bit harder
Then I could be just a little bit smarter
And like all the things I'm supposed to like
[Chorus]
Your three hundred pound psychic baby
Knows when you leave the room
Your three hundred pound psychic baby
Knows where you hide the food
[Verse 2]
I just don't get Norah Jones
Maybe this is why I feel so alone
Like some kind of social Cast off
Or a maybe modern Visigoth
And if I never get Norah Jones
There's a good chance that I'll die alone
Maybe if I took the matter in hand
Then I could be a smarter man
And enjoy the films of Wes Anderson
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