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I'm getting nowhereSitting in my room alone.Drinkin' pink lemonadeAnd I'm starin' at the telephone.She's getting nowhereStaring at the counter all day.Selling heads of lettuceAnd bottles of pink lemonade.These daysAll it takes to move me isA Tropicana smoothieAnd a smile.But i haven't shaved in sometime,And two bucks are hard to come by,So i think I'm gonna be here for a while.(Oh No)No clocks to punch,Oh we're sittin' at lunch,And I'm glancin' at her a lot.And you're getting kinda angry,Eatin' pickles and fries,You don't think that she's that hot.Letras de cancionesWell she's not that hotShe's just like me,Overcrowded and all alone.We wake up and we break upand then we head back homeOnly home doesn't feel much like home,Anymore. From Letras Mania