he can't spell
brown, dennis
you think in a conversation
and you sure to be an illiterate boy
'cause you could not spell your name
although your mind is deserted
though i accept your apology
and you say that's nonsense
so i won't say anything at all
but remember wherever you go
you're not to speak aloud in a crowd
'cause you might be ashamed of yourself
'cause i keep telling you
and you say that's nonsense
so i won't say anything at all
you're just standing different
you're not the type i run to