lean

i wear the clothes of the characters of films that i see, some say unoriginal, but it works out for me, i collect the labels off the drinks that i drink, so many fluids one would think that i'd sink, it's a fact dear i'm an act here, no camera no stage, dressed to impress so i can lie about my age, and oh, you gonna lean on your friends, and oh, you did it again, and oh, you gonna lean on your friends, and oh, you did it again, i can't differentiate my dreams from the real, and i can't tell you how familiar it feels, i see the faces as i enter the room, quite unintentionally, i am a buffoon, it's a fact dear i'm an act here, no camera no stage, dressed to impress so i can lie about my age, and oh, you gonna lean on your friends, and oh, you did it again, and oh, you gonna lean on your friends, and oh, you did it again, and the beatniks, and the junkies, and if you feed them you flunky, you sing "ooh, ooh, ooh", there's paul's house, there's blow there, no we don't go, we stay there and sing: "ooh, ooh, ooh", and the projects and the charlie's, and the discos and the parties, and the blood streets and the new wave, it's the renaissance of these days, and oh, you gonna lean on your friends, and oh, you did it again, and oh, you gonna lean on your friends, and oh, you did it again, and oh, you gonna lean on your friends, and oh, you did it again