Oklahoma - The Answering Machine

Oklahoma, she won’t be your friend

She waits at the disco for her song to end

Oklahoma, she must know my name

It’s been six months now

I’m tired of this game

And I keep on trying not to go harder

Trying not to be smarter

Trying not to notice you

And I keep on trying not to go harder

Trying not to be smarter

But I can’t go on

I miss my friends but I like her tone

Her eyes are black like telephones

And I try, and I try, and I try

Oklahoma, she won’t be your friend

She waits at the disco for her song to end

Oklahoma, she likes to reflect

Ignores you at parties

What did you expect?

And I keep on trying not to go harder

Trying not to be smarter

Trying not to notice you

And I keep on trying not to go harder

Trying not to be smarter

But I can’t go on

I miss my friends but I like her tone

Her eyes are black like telephones

And I try, and I try, and I try

But I, I can’t remember