My Photo in the Newspaper Lyrics

I'll take a cappuccino,
Lots of froth, please, for the photo,
Yes, he is from the newspaper,
He doesn't want anything,
Do you, Dave?

No, I don't mind the smoke,
Just don't ask those probing questions,
I do not have to sing today,
Everything's going to be alright.

But Dave, why do I always order,
Whenever we go out somewhere to eat?
Surely you have some kind of opinion?
I mean, you have opinions on every other thing.

And things look much better in my head,
Your perfect body doesn't make me scared,
And you're dressed all in black and white,
But I see colours with my eyes shut.
Fool.

So, I'm not straight with you;
It's cause of the interview.
Why do you want to talk with me anyway?
I don't have anything to tell you.

But Dave, why's it always so awkward,
Whenever we go out somewhere to eat?
And why do you get to ask all the questions,
Because I'd like to ask you about a couple of things.

And when you ask me a harder question,
I always know exactly what you're getting at,
But just one simple question,
I could not answer that.