Sam, I don’t know when You got your degree But it wasn’t able to keep you free. I threw away the key Myself You know Sam The finite Just ain’t right What did you find Behind Those alabaster walls You so carefully adorned Wait, no wait Sam Why am I asking you anyway? That’s not it Yes, that’s it What did you forsake What did you fake Why do you hate? For God’s sake Sam Tell the judge This is not a date And it can wait No, wait Here comes the chorus Sam, you thought I’d say, judge But you know Sam I’m not that cliched For God's sake. But wait Anyway Sam They all have an opinion On you. And that’s something you hate. Maybe we should go out on a date But wait You hate me Too But why? You must mistake me For someone else Maybe you
So, Sam Forget the whole **** thing This is the thing It certainly can wait Because Sam I have nothing to say To hate?