Oh what am I? I am but a man I've only got two buckled shoes and two soft little hands Perhaps I loved you all to well and best not soon to utter For now it seems that I will become Persona Non Grata Persona Non Grata How have I given you offense? I always used a finger bowl and doused myself with scent And I had you sent a greeting card upon a silver platter But you sent it back with this stamp; Refused Of Persona Non Grata Persona Non Grata Persona Non Grata Persona Non Grata
Why must I sulk around your door Oh, why can't I just turn my back upon your stranger allure You know I'd tell you anything and give you all I've gott-a If you would just tell me I'm not Persona Non Grata Persona Non Grata Persona Non Grata Persona Non Grata Persona Non Grata Persona Non Grata, Persona Non Grata Persona Non Grata, Persona Non Grata Persona Non Grata, Persona Non Grata Persona Non Grata, Persona Non Grata Persona Non Grata Persona Non Grata