And sometimes I feel tragically rejected.

 

"You keep asking for my time

You keep telling me that I'm fine

Give me your number - I won't call!

Give me your pager too

Not at all will I call, not at all

Don’t send me flowers, they won't do

Don't give me diamond rings, 'cos I'll take them and call you a fool!

You want what you cannot have

I know that you want a piece of my ass

I'm all hooked up. You're outta luck!

Don't you know that a guy like you wouldn't last?

Look, don't touch, you're asking much!"

All Saints, All Hooked Up

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