Style

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



[Chorus]

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