| Lyrics: | You speak to me in sign language,
As I'm eating a sandwich in a small cafe
At a quarter to
three.
But I can't respond to your sign language.
You're taking advantage, bringing
me down.
Can't you make any sound?
'Twas there by the bakery, surrounded by
fakery.
This is my story, still I'm still there.
Does she know I still
care?
Link Wray was playing on a jukebox, I was paying
For the words I was saying,
so misunderstood.
He didn't do me no good.
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