Don't got those exotic dark-hued eyes.
Never gonna get them to compromise.
Can't make 'em laugh, they won't even crack a smile.
They came here to dance, I'll shy away, just sit awhile.
It's just those
It's just those ge-ge-ge-genes, oh yeah.
It's just those
It's just those ge-ge-ge-genes, uh-huh.
Love affairs all end in disappointment.
Cause all in all, you're a second-class appointment.
A classic good-faith gigolo's a must, it seems.
Anarchists and hippies left in the dust with their dreams.
It's just those
It's just those ge-ge-ge-genes, oh yeah.
It's just those
It's just those ge-ge-ge-genes, uh-huh.
If only once someone would care about me,
see me for who I am, not deride and doubt me,
would that be it to justify my birth,
notwithstanding bicep's modest girth?
It's just those ge-ge-ge-ge-genes.