Dear, Dear What's-yer-face

You never really moved me Beyond the point of thinking that You never really moved me Beyond the point of wishing that You'd somehow, some day move me Beyond the point you did On the day you said hello to me In a wave of freakish fantasy What's in a conversation? A delicate positioning A slow negotiation That's if you're even listening Oh, I don't know the rules And I don't believe I care to You know just what you're bound to say And rules are stupid anyway But dear, dear what's-yer-face I can't stand the way you infiltrate my quiet evening In a vacuum of meaning Dear, dear, watch your face You do it all day anyway Your self-obsessed philosophy is a special brand of ecstasy Oh dear, where'd you go? Fall into your TV show? That was your identity Is that why you don't hear from me? You never really moved me Dear, dear what's-yer-face You never really moved me, oh You never really moved me Dear, dear what's-yer-face You never really moved me, oh