Just Another Cliche Lyrics - Ookla The Mok

I'd look into your eyes but that's a cliche 

I'd offer you the world but that's no fun 

We could walk along the beach leaving our footprints in the sand 

If only you'd stop saying that's been done 

If only you'd stop saying that's been done 

Just for once I'd like to write a little cliche 

Or perhaps I'd steal a poem who's to know 

I'd compose a worthy lyric and perform the perfect song 

But somehow all my influences show 

But somehow all my influences show 

CHORUS: 

I've got so much to say and all of it's cliche 

So please don't say you've heard this one before 

I'd like so much to speak but my words are not unique 

So kiss goodbye creative metaphor 

Well I awoke alone at four in the morning 

Feeling like a stranger in a stranger land 

Baby babe love honey sugar girl now momma don't you cry 

We can make it if you'll only take my hand 

We can make it if you'll only take my hand 

CHORUS 

I know this topic's far less than original 

But won't you please give me the benefit of the doubt 

For if it's true that there is nothing that has not been said before 

Then you already know what this song's all about 

You already know what this song's all about 

CHORUS 

I think it's time I wrote a song about my girlfriend 

Where I can tell her that I love her and pretend to mean it 

Or I can talk about my vision of the world's end 

Though I know you won't believe me I swear I seen it 

Or I can say your eyes are blue as the ocean 

Even though they're kind of brownish-green or hazel 

Or I can offer you my infinite devotion 

Parsley sage rosemary thyme basil 

It's just another cliche 

I'll try to make you think I have a big vocabulary 

By using words I find in Roget's New World Thesaurus 

I'll go to B. Dalton's and buy a rhyming dictionary 

And find neat words to use like crochet and brontosaurus 

I'll write great songs with words like potentate and oligarchy 

And show the world my social conscience I really care now 

My songs will top the charts my name will top the marquee 

To the oppressed I'll be an idol so don't despair now 

It's just another cliche 

I'll write a song about my love for all God's children 

Reach out and touch somebody's hand but please don't touch me 

These are the best days of our lives it won't get better 

If that's the truth then that's depressing I don't feel like rhyming 

I'll write the songs I'll write the albums I'll write a remix 

I'll write and write until there's nothing that's left to write about 

And I'll use adverbs I'll even use a prefix 

I won't stop writing until my ideas run out