It's a year now since I got back to T.O.
Took a summer job I'd had a year ago.
You, again, were there,
With a different style of hair.
Did I guess a thing? Nah. How was I to know?

You and me, we really got along.
I thought that we never could go wrong.
How was I to tell
That you'd make my summer hell?
Just 'cause I came on a little strong?

When I asked you to a movie,
You said that it would be groovy.
Then, you kept your silence for a week.
I'd already been to your home.
I thought it couldn't hurt to phone.
I'm sorry that my boldness made you freak.

Chorus:
Well, I'll see you later, my alligator.
Won't forget your crocodile smile.
You were proud to be unique,
though goin goth had gotten chic,
But trust me alligator, you're a freak.

You acted like I was a robot from Intel,
And we didn't speak, we knew our jobs so well.
And I really hated work.
And I felt like such a jerk.
And the only thing I wanted was to yell!

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