Oh what am I? I am but a man
I've only got two buckled shoes and two soft little hands
Perhaps I loved you all to well and best not soon to utter
For now it seems that I will become
Persona Non Grata
Persona Non Grata
How have I given you offense?
I always used a finger bowl and doused myself with scent
And I had you sent a greeting card upon a silver platter
But you sent it back with this stamp;
Refused Of Persona Non Grata
Persona Non Grata
Persona Non Grata
Persona Non Grata
Why must I sulk around your door
Oh, why can't I just turn my back upon your stranger allure
You know I'd tell you anything and give you all I've gott-a
If you would just tell me I'm not Persona Non Grata
Persona Non Grata
Persona Non Grata
Persona Non Grata
Persona Non Grata
Persona Non Grata, Persona Non Grata
Persona Non Grata, Persona Non Grata
Persona Non Grata, Persona Non Grata
Persona Non Grata, Persona Non Grata
Persona Non Grata
Persona Non Grata