Being Bored Songtext
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Being Bored Songtext
Well, I don′t spend any time in that corner of the room
'Cause it′s too close to the door
And I'm sure you'll come knocking soon enough
To feed me a line about all the things you have to do
You know, I have things to do, too
You′re not the only one who has to do them, uh-uh
So I lay there for a while, finally get on my feet
And start to shuffle down the street
I′ll stick my tongue inside my cheek
Before I hold up a seat at that lousy corner bar
Where all the show-off Bedford artists sit, discussing who they are
I'm getting bored of being bored
I need attention, I feel ignored
That′s right!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Well, I can't take it anymore, I kick my stool and slam the door
If there′s a remedy for this, I'm sure I probably can′t afford it
But I'll try anything, like that time I had a foolish plan
To mouth off to a Polish man and have him kick my teeth in
Just for something to do
I might have a problem, I need a clue
That's right, you know
Well, I finally got back up, I cracked a smile and dusted off
And then I smoked another cigarette and threw it at my silhouette
I should call it a day, maybe come up with something else
That might be better for my self-esteem or better for my health
I′m just so bored of being bored
I need some attention, I feel ignored
'Cause it′s too close to the door
And I'm sure you'll come knocking soon enough
To feed me a line about all the things you have to do
You know, I have things to do, too
You′re not the only one who has to do them, uh-uh
So I lay there for a while, finally get on my feet
And start to shuffle down the street
I′ll stick my tongue inside my cheek
Before I hold up a seat at that lousy corner bar
Where all the show-off Bedford artists sit, discussing who they are
I'm getting bored of being bored
I need attention, I feel ignored
That′s right!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Well, I can't take it anymore, I kick my stool and slam the door
If there′s a remedy for this, I'm sure I probably can′t afford it
But I'll try anything, like that time I had a foolish plan
To mouth off to a Polish man and have him kick my teeth in
Just for something to do
I might have a problem, I need a clue
That's right, you know
Well, I finally got back up, I cracked a smile and dusted off
And then I smoked another cigarette and threw it at my silhouette
I should call it a day, maybe come up with something else
That might be better for my self-esteem or better for my health
I′m just so bored of being bored
I need some attention, I feel ignored
Writer(s): Adam Blake, Kenneth Harris, Jacob Sinclair, Michael Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

