Just another cliche lyrics

Artist  : Ookla the mok 
Song : Just another cliche
 
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