She sits in the corner playing Scrabble

Getting the small words and the big points

She sits with her back to the door

Her cap tight on her head

Trying hard to ignore the attacks

From the guys she attracts

Who're ignoring the facts

'Cause there's something they lack

And it seems every day

She again has to say

Everyone go away, and they don't



Dina doesn't talk to the boys anymore

They don't give her what she wants

Dina doesn't talk to the boys anymore

They don't give her what she wants



She discovered the cafe through her lover's best friend

She didn't know places like this existed

She'd sit and make friends and drink coffee

And just when she thought they could relax and be cool

Someone would plop down and start a conversation

With no invitation

It wore down her patience

She now feels the need

To go incognito

She doesn't resent it yet, but



Dina doesn't talk to the boys anymore

They don't give her what she wants

Dina doesn't talk to the boys anymore

They don't give her what she wants



An angel with her wings clipped

Some people fall when they're tripped

Some angels clip their own wings

Desperate boys say the darndest things



Dina doesn't talk to the boys anymore

They don't give her what she wants

Dina doesn't talk to the boys anymore

They don't give her what she wants



She wants to enjoy herself in the open

She's happily involved, don't ask with who

She wants to drink coffee and talk about Seinfeld

Or Alice in Chains or whatever

And no, she don't want to go out

On a date with some lout

She can do fine without

You can give her respect

She