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[the exertion of the dance, the excitement of helen, and several beers have taken effect. inhibition and caution are forgotten. when helen suggests he have a few more beers, he's all for it. why not? everyone else is doing it. to refuse would be, "square," and they terrible label must be avoided at all costs.]jeans were baggy, sagging ragging bout some silly stuff we hadno one listens in the kitchen fixin up their actall the funny folks you bring around me, girlbut i never see you laughsorry girl you're far behindat where it is you draw your linedon't bring your circle round herethey're all a bunch of squaresthey're all a bunch of squaresstupid bastard's blasted telling me what's coolindie record labelcheck it retro record playermake it moveyou think you're hanging with the winners girlcause you never seen them losei'm sorry girl you're way behindone where you choose to make your lifeLetras de cancionesdon't bring your circle round herethey're all a bunch of squaresthey're all a bunch of squaresall the little bimbos tiptoe to the middle of the roomain't going gaga for no product nada nothing newwell i said i'll see you laterso let's not make that soonsorry girl, you're far behindat where it is you draw your linedon't bring that circle round herethey're all a bunch of squares[if you want to swing, call him. right now, he's got to split. take a trip from squaresville. live a little and see what it's like for yourself.]sorry girl, you're far behindat where it is you draw your linedon't bring that circle round herethey're all a bunch of squares[...it man and get with the countdown. shake this square world and blast off for kicksville.] From Letras Mania