No Fun

You're focused like 'beam me up scotty'
And i'm scattered like weed against the fan
You laugh your eyes out from stereotypes-based sitcoms
And i cry even when i laugh
I let my body hair grow without being disturbed
You're terrified of hair that is not your own

You think it's legit to answer with smiles
While i'm obsessed with punctuation and wordings
You love pouring money on high class things
And i'm euphoric just to find cool stuff near the bin

It's like mentos in coke
It's worse than a wolf in the flock
It's like the wrong key in the lock
It's like to water-up oil
And freeze it just as it boils
It's like clouds in the soil
We're no fun hon, lets run

You can't stand the sea, the sun and the sand
For me all of that is why i still stand
Cats gives you the hibbie jibbies
And i wanna marry them
You need tv to fall asleep
And i don't even own that shit
I love to text, you insist to call
I admire the wire, you really love sean paul

Maybe I shall meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
Maybe I shall eat him on Sunday
With a bit of curry, maybe hot
Still I'm sure to end it one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my get away day
It's like mentos in coke
It's worse than a wolf in the flock
It's like the wrong key in the lock
It's like to water-up oil
And freeze it just as it boils
It's like clouds in the soil
We're no fun hon, lets run