His eyes just glare as he stands in line,
'Cause lunch crowds just aren't worth his time.
You glance his way, he squints at you:
Don't you realize he's got cooler things to do?
His vulture-gaze preys on self-worth;
He's been above this crowd since birth.
His voiceless clothes accentuate his face, that face, that poker face
That rolls those brown eyes as he struts from the line,
'Cause none of us are worth his time.
'Cause lunch crowds just aren't worth his time.
You glance his way, he squints at you:
Don't you realize he's got cooler things to do?
His vulture-gaze preys on self-worth;
He's been above this crowd since birth.
His voiceless clothes accentuate his face, that face, that poker face
That rolls those brown eyes as he struts from the line,
'Cause none of us are worth his time.




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