Lyrics:

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