Paperwork, paperwork   Wouldn’t you promise her everything      Allocate me, allocate me R.A.M. Simple, he says   I got red, I’m in red “It’s always something”, she said   There’s disk drives and fax lines and computation routines   That say I got it all, I know I got everything   And now your lyrics are lies      I’ve seen the way that he looks at you   I’ve seen the way that he looks at you, looks at you   So I can’t look at you      Wouldn’t promise her everything?   Wouldn’t you justify soft spots by any means, anti-means   What does this mean?      So what’s the problem with the problem with the slight in between    So what’s the between crimped cabling, you know you owe this me    I got red, I’m in red, it’s always something it seems, so what’s the problem?