[Verse 1]: A queue that wore the mark of her thumbnail Has been pulled down From off the wall Daring the billiard ball To bait its own narrow trap [Verse 2]: The young one finds the doorman quite good looking He considers me a f*g Because he's the judge of "all that" He and maybe a dozen bros That have been unloved by the dads [Verse 3]: The young one goes to gather all her catcalls I'll play dead through every song That ever tried to write those wrongs That will start a talk we don't wanna have I see the mark from that little thumbnail Now she's done with me Just look at what she's done to me [Outro]: Out of sight without a mind Like a mess in a room you don't see Laying in the queue Just out of view