And there are so many zoes Who don't even know me And I don't know them either But I'm starting to slowly There are so many Ashleys Who just walk right past me And I walk past them too 'Cause that's what you do And I'm at the gallery And all the paintings look the same And I don't like the picture But I do like the frames. And there are so many Lauras And I don't mean to bore you But when you add them up It can really just floor you. And I'm at the gallery And all the pictures look the same And I don't like the picture But I do like the frame. And there are so many Jacksons It's like a small fraction Of the people you meet When you're out in a street.