Sour Grapes

Hey you,new wave,come over here

You're the prettiest thing

I've seen all year

Hey you,new wave,don't turn away

Close those pouty lips and listen to what

I say Why must you smoke that clove cigarette?

Why must you act like you've got a hole in you head?

Why don't you split the squares and love me instead?

You're all shiny and clean,

I've seen you in my dreams

Like the Rolls

Royce I can't have

Your presence makes me scream

Sour grapes,you leave such a bad taste

Sour grapes,

I don't need you anyways

Sour grapes,feeding,feeding my rage

Hey you,new wave,

I pity you

When you get old,what will you do?

What will you do when you turn 21?

You're cockteasing at the singles bar just for fun

What will you do when you turn 31?

What will you do when you don't know how to love anyone?

I wanted her cherry,

I got sour grapes

I refuse to climb the ladder for you

I refuse to pant and paw for you

I need love,don't need no beauty queen

But still,when

I look at you,

I scream Sour grapes,you leave such a bad taste

Sour grapes,

I don't need you anyways

Sour grapes

Just go riding right by me on the crest of the new wave

Sour grapes,feeding,feeding my rage.