After a failure so called date, things getting really chaotic, the guy don't see himself comfortable with the situation. The girl might be very interesting on the outside, but too bloody boring on the inside, so the guy lost their chemistry and decided to drop her home. On the way there... The girl keep talking bout some unnecessary things (her cat, hair, and nails)... and started to piss off noticing the guy's calm response.

"I hate you, you've been acting weird!" says the girl from the outside of an open car window.

"Well.. I have two words for you. I don't think this is work between us. I can't have you!" says the guy.

"Yea, but that is..." She counts her fingers and, "...twelve words!"

[sigh!] "Smart girl, but still.... I can't have you!" He closes the window and runs his car immediately, leaving the girl in puzzled...

still..

counting her fingers.

i was listening to this conversation
noticing my daydream stimulated me more
i was crumbling with anticipation
you better send me home before i tumble down to the floor
you're so beautiful but oh so boring
i'm wondering what am i doing here
so beautiful but oh so boring i'm wondering
if anyone out there really cares
about the curlers in your hair
my little golden baby where have all your birds flown now