The perfect cut The perfect shirt Snakeskin boots with no one to show to Too much cologne he leaves his home and on his hip he wears a phone to call you What's your name and what's your sign? He checks his breath another time He calls himself up on the phone so he doesn't seem alone He dances cool yet looks absurd He sings and doesn't know the words The black soles of his shoes he says he bought in California But you don't have a clue He studs up to the bar I guess I could've tried to warn you He buys a drink and you accept He pays your tab and doesn't tip me That's uncool I'm closing out he closed the deal I see you walking out the door with that fool What's your name and what's your sign? He checks his breath another time He calls himself up on the phone so he doesn't seem alone He dances cool yet looks absurd He sings and doesn't know the words
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The black soles of his shoes he says he bought in California But you don't have a clue He starts up to the bar I guess I could have tried to warn you If you had a clue His self esteem is so thin - it's thin enough that you can see through but you don't have a clue He goes back to his friends - I bet he tells them that he boned you I see you, seeing right through me I see you seeing right through me I see you seeing right through me