She said "I'm so over this, hell I've already been kissed"
It was a slap on my wrist, and now I'm stupefied
I didn't know what to expect, thought I might be a reject
Impossible to detect the day our music died
I'm creepin' and lurchin' and scroungin' and searchin'
To show her she's all I can think of
The janitor's daughter don't like what I bought her
She says it's no symbol of love
It worked with all other girls so I chose jewels and pearls
She simply flicked at her curls and looked the other way
Shook off the gifts I would bring, even the platinum ring
She wouldn't touch anything, so I'm resigned to say
I'm stompin' and scowling' and whoopin' and howlin'
And dwindling down my bank account stash
The janitor's daughter don't like what I got her
She says there's no room for that trash
I left dejected and scarred with my expense account card
Didn't think it would be so hard, so hard to make her mine
She said "It isn't about the meager objects or clout
I thought you'd figure it out, but let's go one more time"
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