[Verse]
The good Mr. Square
He doesn't have any hang-ups
He spends his time
Looking through other people's eyes
The good Mr. Square
He doesn't have any hang-ups
He spends his time
Looking through other people's lives
Oh, and how, inside
He likes the things that they've done
The good Mr. Square
He doesn't have any hang-ups
He spends his time

[Bridge]
And as she weaves her way
Through city streets, the dawn arrives
In concrete glades of metal grass
Steel cords are woven tight
But she is free
F, R, double E