I'm the boom box
At the job site
Playing the catchy tunes
And I'm the sick kid
At the birthday
Just trying to go home soon
And it's a cold night
And I'm putting some socks on
Half-way through

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And when you said you liked my style
I was wearing my work clothes

I'm the plastic man in the dollhouse
Taking up nearly no room
Then I'm the product
Posing on the side of the bus
It's like I yell at you
And it's a hot night
It's got me taking my shirt off
Half-way through

[Chorus]

And I don't know what got me
Thinking that anybody cares
About what I think
Or what I do or wear
It's comforting
But also a little sad
Cause I still still kind of
Want them to real bad

And I still kind of
Want them to real bad