Ookla the mok - Just another cliche Lyrics Ookla the mok - Just another cliche Lyrics Ookla the mok - Just another cliche Lyrics

I d look into your eyes but that s a cliche
I d offer you the world but that s no fun
We could walk along the beach leaving our footprints in the sand
If only you d stop saying that s been done
If only you d stop saying that s been done
Just for once I d like to write a little cliche
Or perhaps I d steal a poem who s to know
I d compose a worthy lyric and perform the perfect song
But somehow all my influences show
But somehow all my influences show
CHORUS:
I ve got so much to say and all of it s cliche
So please don t say you ve heard this one before
I d like so much to speak but my words are not unique
So kiss goodbye creative metaphor
Well I awoke alone at four in the morning
Feeling like a stranger in a stranger land
Baby babe love honey sugar girl now momma don t you cry
We can make it if you ll only take my hand
We can make it if you ll only take my hand
CHORUS
I know this topic s far less than original
But won t you please give me the benefit of the doubt
For if it s true that there is nothing that has not been said before
Then you already know what this song s all about
You already know what this song s all about
CHORUS
I think it s time I wrote a song about my girlfriend
Where I can tell her that I love her and pretend to mean it
Or I can talk about my vision of the world s end
Though I know you won t believe me I swear I seen it
Or I can say your eyes are blue as the ocean
Even though they re kind of brownish green or hazel
Or I can offer you my infinite devotion
Parsley sage rosemary thyme basil
It s just another cliche
I ll try to make you think I have a big vocabulary
By using words I find in Roget s New World Thesaurus
I ll go to B. Dalton s and buy a rhyming dictionary
And find neat words to use like crochet and brontosaurus
I ll write great songs with words like potentate and oligarchy
And show the world my social conscience I really care now
My songs will top the charts my name will top the marquee
To the oppressed I ll be an idol so don t despair now
It s just another cliche
I ll write a song about my love for all God s children
Reach out and touch somebody s hand but please don t touch me
These are the best days of our lives it won t get better
If that s the truth then that s depressing I don t feel like rhyming
I ll write the songs I ll write the albums I ll write a remix
I ll write and write until there s nothing that s left to write about
And I ll use adverbs I ll even use a prefix
I won t stop writing until my ideas run out

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