Текст песни You Got Asperger's - MC Frontalot
You
got
Asperger's,
this
ain't
a
barbecue.
It's
your
whole
afternoon
though,
lost
down
a
rabbit
hole,
Looking
for
a
timepiece,
wonder
when
your
date's
at,
Wonder
if
she'll
visit
you
at
all
today
— relax.
Wonder
how
many
ribbons
to
expect
in
her
hair
—
To
deflect
talk
of
triplets
in
respect
for
the
pair
Or
to
stare
at
the
bow
made
of
four
different
colors
—
Didn't
notice
someone
talking
to
you:
there
were
others
In
the
room,
out
in
the
gloom
of
the
periphery.
To
shift
your
focus
for
a
moment
is
to
give
the
ribbons
liberty,
And
that's
to
suggest
they
make
escape.
This
is
a
secret
from
the
future:
can't
rewind
like
a
tape.
Got
to
make
the
best
and
the
most
of
each
second
as
it
happens,
Got
to
keep
your
eyes
on
those
bows,
got
to
trap
in
Your
vision
all
four
of
them
'cause
this
is
a
first:
She
might
have
noticed
last
time
that
you
like
ribbons
that
are
hers.
And
sometimes
you
wish
you
didn't.
Sometimes
it
slips
your
mind.
But
when
she's
supposed
to
visit
isn't
one
of
those
times,
And
you're
on
one
of
those
lines
of
thought
that
you
encounter
When
you'd
rather
your
surroundings
were
quieter
instead
of
louder
So
that
you
could
focus
on
other
than
a
clock
tick.
You
don't
want
to
talk
shit
but
the
one
who
made
the
clock
made
the
cog
stick.
Minutes
are
violent
noise,
Obliterating
what
you
thought
of
as
silent
poise
.
Miles
of
boys
before
you
done
got
crushed
Out
on
a
girl
like
that,
her
hair
flush
With
ribbons
on
all
occasions
and
every
day.
If
only
making
study
of
the
bow
could
stem
its
getaway.
Letter
A
S
P
E
R
G
E
R
S:
Wonder
whether
she's
so
confident
with
alphabets
That
she'd
do
it
backwards
skipping
alternate
letters.
If
you
offer
demonstration,
would
she
consider
that
clever?
This
bitter
endeavor:
trying
to
predict
a
reaction.
You
know
you're
supposed
to
try
to
give
the
notion
traction
But
it
don't
do
nothing
'cept
make
the
clock
tick.
It
don't
even
do
that.
Yo,
you
got
Asperger's,
kid.
And
I
feel
for
you,
son.
I
know
love
is
hard.
Can't
even
write
down
all
the
answers
on
the
back
of
a
card.
From
the
back
and
the
far
end
of
a
cafeteria
line
You
seem
to
catch
sight
of
a
ribbon.
Fabric
shines,
And
you
abandon
your
tray,
leave
it
clatter
on
the
floor.
You
haven't
planned
it
this
way.
You
can't
look
at
her
no
more.
You
don't
know
what
her
eyes
are
like,
whether
she
ever
smiles,
Whether
anything
other
than
how
she
wears
her
hair
beguiles.
And
while
some
apron
ladies
holler
at
you,
You
clutch
your
left
ear
and
stand
still
like
a
statue.
You
could
count
cut
corn
on
the
floor
without
subtracting
Misplaced
fish
sticks
like
Dustin
Hoffman
overacting.
Ain't
this
already
a
scene
in
need
of
a
fast
forward?
Why
won't
the
lunch
people
hush,
do
they
court
discord?
You
think
you
see
a
flash
of
color
fleeing;
it
could
be
worse:
You
could
have
known
how
many
ribbons
there
are,
if
they
were
hers.
1 Secrets From The Future
2 You Got Asperger's
3 Livin' At The Corner Of Dude & Catastrophe
4 Bizarro Genius Baby
5 Origin Of Species
6 I Hate Your Blog
7 It Is Pitch Dark
8 Forbidden Planet
9 A Skit About Robots
10 Gonna Be Your Man
11 Very Poorly Concealed Secret Track
12 Very Poorly Concealed Secret Track
13 Romantic Cheapskate v.2.0
14 The OMG Skit
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