In your clothes and your hair, I wore it last year
Still waiting here for a single idea
I said, "Oh no, doncha follow me no more"
Well, all the clubs and the bars and the little red cars
Oh no, doncha follow me no more
I said, "Oh no, doncha copy me no more"
Well, I'm looking for my face
Well, the lines around my eyes
I said, "Oh no, doncha copy me no more"
Are protected by a copyright law
I said, "Oh no, doncha follow me no more"
And I got no place to go
And don't you touch mine no more
Well, pick your own mind
Not knowing why, but trying to get high
Oh no, doncha follow me no more