Paroles de Avant Garde Music

The girl who works in the record shop She says that i am not avant garde enough Well so what She only works in a record shop She only works in a record shop And i don't give a fuck what she says or she thinks about me Well we shot fake plastic ducks in the park And drank cheap plastic wine out of cheap plastic glasses until it got dark And the only thing we had to decide Was whether and where we were going to sleep together that night Sometimes i think that i don't know anything at all x2 And now the queen is waving to me As i walk down the street trying to mind my own business i wish That the queen would leave me alone There are so many things that are far more important to me going on And the girl who works in the record shop She says that i am not avant garde enough Well so what She only works in a record shop She only works in a record shop And i don't give a fuck what she says or she thinks about me And now i'm strapped in an aeroplane Flying ten thousand miles over frozen mountains to see you again But the only thing i learned from the flight Was watching the birds in the bay of san francisco at night Sometimes i think that i don't know anything at all