from the songs album Dirk Wears White Sox
Don't like your stare
Don't like the arm in the air
Your style is so brash
And that silly moustache
It was, tabletalk
The evil i see
Sends bad vibrations through me
And oh what a square
With your diagonal hair
It was, tabletalk
L said to gilly
'how do you do tabletalk?'
'how do you do tabletalk?'
And this is what she said;
'love love love love...'
The love of his life
Too close to become a wife
And the death of this girl
Came close to saving the world
From his tabletalk
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