This girl, the way she looked at me Spoke to me through telepathy Told me things i never would have known De ja vu from what i’ve dreamt at home Head deep on the reef i creep Never felt a sweep from deep so steep Mork and mindy taught me all i know Now i run like the river that’s way my mind flows Ooh, de ja vu Come into my mind All these reruns i cannot rewind Ooh, de ja vu Come into my brain All these reruns i cannot contain Seems like, i’ve been here before Monica’s next victim is al gore Society tells us who we should be I’m a music junky what’s wrong with me Society says to be the crop of the cream Be a manufactured structural beam To help build a predictable scene Shun the stiffs and american dream human beings