You speak to me in your own sign language
As I'm eating a sandwich in a small café
At a quarter to three
But I can't respond to your own sign language
You're taking advantage
Bringing me down
Can't you make any sound?
'Twas there by the bakery, surrounded by fakery
This is my story, still I'm still there
Does she know I still care?
Link Wray was playing on a jukebox, I was paying
For the words I was saying, so misunderstood
Ain't didn't do me no good
You speak to me in your own sign language
As I'm eating a sandwich in a small café
At a quarter to three
But I can't respond to your own sign language
You're taking advantage
You're bringing me down
Can't you make any sound?
Thank you very much
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