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Lyrics
Don't tell'em what you've been doing, when you go to the class reunion.
When they ask what you've done with your time, you played an alien on eep Space Nine. You're a camera man for Survivor, or the voice of Tony the Tiger.
For Sprite you created the limon, played bongos on a C-D with Paul Simon. Helped organize the Superbowl. You gained the weight for a movie role.
Don't tell'em what you've been doing, when you go to the class reunion.
It doesn't matter what you do.
You're make believe is part of you.
Everytime you put food in your mouth, it tastes better than what they serve at the White House.
Tap your pocket, say you're doing ok, things picked up since creating E-bay.
It don't matter if it could happen, like tomorrow you're having lunch at the PLayboy mansion.
and don't worry about being sincere, you won't see them for another ten years.
Don't tell'em what you've been doing, when you go to the class reunion.
It doesn't matter what you do.
You're make believe is part of you.
mumbling
See an ex, go up and thank her. You moved on to be a TV anchor. Sorry your wife just couldn't make it. She had a photoshoot with Victoria's Secret. Don't throw away that invitation. It's a chance for your imagination. And if you feel like you still don't belong, you made a million writing this song.
Don't tell'em what you've been doing, when you go to the class reunion.
It doesn't matter what you do.
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