Ookla The Mok - Just Another Cliche lyrics

I'd look into your eyes but that's a cliche I'd offer you the world but that's no fun We could walk along the beach leaving our footprints in the sand If only you'd stop saying that's been done If only you'd stop saying that's been done Just for once I'd like to write a little cliche Or perhaps I'd steal a poem who's to know I'd compose a worthy lyric and perform the perfect song But somehow all my influences show But somehow all my influences show CHORUS: I've got so much to say and all of it's cliche So please don't say you've heard this one before I'd like so much to speak but my words are not unique So kiss goodbye creative metaphor Well I awoke alone at four in the morning Feeling like a stranger in a stranger land Baby babe love honey sugar girl now momma don't you cry We can make it if you'll only take my hand We can make it if you'll only take my hand CHORUS I know this topic's far less than original But won't you please give me the benefit of the doubt For if it's true that there is nothing that has not been said before Then you already know what this song's all about You already know what this song's all about CHORUS I think it's time I wrote a song about my girlfriend Where I can tell her that I love her and pretend to mean it Or I can talk about my vision of the world's end Though I know you won't believe me I swear I seen it Or I can say your eyes are blue as the ocean Even though they're kind of brownish-green or hazel Or I can offer you my infinite devotion Parsley sage rosemary thyme basil It's just another cliche I'll try to make you think I have a big vocabulary By using words I find in Roget's New World Thesaurus I'll go to B. Dalton's and buy a rhyming dictionary And find neat words to use like crochet and brontosaurus I'll write great songs with words like potentate and oligarchy And show the world my social conscience I really care now My songs will top the charts my name will top the marquee To the oppressed I'll be an idol so don't despair now It's just another cliche I'll write a song about my love for all God's children Reach out and touch somebody's hand but please don't touch me These are the best days of our lives it won't get better If that's the truth then that's depressing I don't feel like rhyming I'll write the songs I'll write the albums I'll write a remix I'll write and write until there's nothing that's left to write about And I'll use adverbs I'll even use a prefix I won't stop writing until my ideas run out