There's a tall, a mulatto, boy I know
And he comes to every party... he stands alone
Viewing them the rest, the corner of his glance
It gets so clear, he's not judging... anyone
The way his arms float around his cage, he's caged
Canary sings, silently brings, his voice to rage
The way they stop and stare, the way they turn their heads
It's enough to make him want to run away
But he stays he stands his ground
And I'm...
I'm so... damn lame
The way I condescend without ever knowing his name
He keeps it in a box, hangs it from his ear
Looks at everyone wihtout the slightest fear
It's making me... so ashamed
Slender body, slip through his glance
I don't give it a single chance
The way he's rocking back and forth
Makes a buzzing in my ear
Constantly reminding me that I never stop to hear
Him say hello, hello
And I'm...
I'm so... damn lame