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So now the day is done and I am spent The outside smells like cigarettes Like malt liquor spilled on the cement It's like a cheap perfume that's in my head And you insist that I should spend the night You wont let me walk back home in alley light I'm trying to change the subject desperately and we'll discuss Buddhist philosophy Because I never think with my head No I never think with my head You think it's hot I look like Paul Dano? I wasn't trying to cause your heart to stir. I'm not he kind of guy you want to know... I've got the cultural taste of a dot commer! No I never think with my head No I never think with my head And does it come to you so easily? For me it's always been a mystery Thinking... But not with my head Stay the night I've got to find some way out of here because I've got a feeling that this won't end right What seems wrong? Damn these trends of the twenty tens! I can't fish out my car keys! These skinny jeans are too tight! No I never think with my head No I never think with my head And does it come to you so easily? For me it's always been a mystery Thinking... But not with my head.