Teksty: Debra Davis. Angels In The Attic. I Don't Wanna Be That Cool.

Small talk, pretty large drinks
Walk the walk, don?t even think about it
Stand around quotin? shrinks
She eyes his wallet, the old man winks
I?m a square in this circle
But I am not the fool
Gonna hail me a cab, get outa this suit now
Cuz I don?t wanna be that cool
Drive their Porsches low to the ground
But when they?re talking to you, talkin? down
Got a wandering eye to the next best thing
The big audition, the desktop fling
I?m a square in this circle
But I am not the fool
Gonna hail me a cab, get outa this suit now
Cuz I don?t wanna be that cool
Got a whole bunch of money and a lot of letters after their names
Talk and they talk and they don?t have nothin? to say
Gotta get out, get goin?, deal me out of this game
I don?t wanna play, I?m running away
Small talk, pretty large drinks
Punch the clock, forget that dream
Put your heart in a briefcase, your soul on file
I feel the aching behind that smile
I?m a square in this circle
But I am not the fool
Gonna hail me a cab, get outa this suit now
Cuz I don?t wanna be that cool