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I'm sorry if I seem unint'rested,

or I'm not listening, or I'm indifferent.

Truly, I ain't got no bus'ness here,

but since my friends are here,

I just came to kick it.

But really I would rather be at home all by myself,

not in this room with people who don't even care about my well being.

I don't dance;

don't ask.

I don't need a boyfriend, so you can go back.

Please enjoy your party.

I'll be here,

somewhere in the corner under clouds of marijuana with this boy who's hollerin'.

I can hardly hear

over this music I don't listen to.

And I don't wanna get with you,

so tell my friends that I'll be over here,

whoa, here, whoa,

here. Whoa, I ask myself, "What am I doin' here?"

Whoa, here, whoa,

here. And I can't wait till we can break up outta cuse me if I seem a little unimpressed by this,

an antisocial pessimist, but usually I don't mess with this.

And I know you mean only the best,

and your intentions aren't to bother me,

but honestly, I'd rather be somewhere with my people;

we can kick it and just listen to some music with a message (like we usually do).

And we'll discuss our big dreams,

how we plan to take over the planet.

So pardon my manners, I hope you'll understand that I'll be here,

(ooh,) wait till we can break up outta Hours later,

congregatin' next to the refrigerator, some girl's talkin' 'bout her haters;

she ain't got none.

How did it ever come to this?

I shoulda never come to this.

So holler at me, I'll be in the car when you're done.

I'm standoffish, don't want what you're off'ring,

and I'm done talking.

Awf'lly sad it had to be that way.

So tell my people when they're ready that I'm ready,

and I'm standin' by the TV with my beanie low.

Yo, I'll be over here,

whoa, here, whoa,

here. Whoa, I ask myself, "What am I doin' here?"

Whoa, here, whoa,

here. And I can't wait till we can break up outta here.

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