I'm on a computer date
The result of my requesting
The perfect mate
Hope it works out better
Than the one last week
There's that same deafening silence
He waits for me to speak

I don't know where to begin
I just stand there like a fool
Wearing a grin
Can't think of anything to say
All my small-talk has run out
As we drive away

How do you talk to boys?
How do you get to take them home?
Everytime I talk to boys
They leave me alone...

Damn this insecurity
Will it always get the best of me?
Why do I have to be so shy?
It's so hard to communicate
But still I gotta try...

How do you talk to boys?
How do you get to take them home?
Everytime I talk to boys
They leave me alone...

Wish I could relax and feel easy
This tension is no good for my health
He spent a year with me tonight
'Cause I even bore myself

How do you talk to boys?
How do you get to take them home?
Everytime I talk to boys
They leave me alone...
leave me alone...


© Steve Kipner / Tom Seufert 1980