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Whoa to many people need a pseudonym They cut their hair and pout like anything Their so worried that the real them might get in And paranoid about their skin They usually have a fashion sense So aware that red and green offends Most have a pop star for a friend Or live off what their parents send Chorus ~ Can I Can I be sure when I don't know Who I'm talking to anymore Can I Can I be sure when I don't know Who I'm talking to anymore They so adamant in their belief Their sincere their dedicated and their cheap They maintain they've never needed to enfeoff Or justify to their relief But then it barely lasts an episode From verse to verse without a palinode Into the next issue of mode Spectacled and pigeon toed Chorus With well established social prejudice Become 2nd rate rock journalists Never satisfy the need to outwit And influence the modernist Whoa too many people need a pseudonym They cut their hair and pout like anything So afraid the real them might get in Concerned and always rivalling Chorus ~ x 3 |