Dina Doesn't Talk To Boys
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 everyday they again have 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 she 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 angel's clip their own wings
Desperate boys say the darnedest 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 don't want to connect
Understand she'll protect herself
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
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
Dina Ya No Habla Con Chicos
Ella se sienta en la esquina jugando Scrabble
formando las palabras pequeñas y sumando puntos grandes
Ella está de espaldas a la puerta
Con su gorra ajustada en la cabeza, intentando ignorar
Los ataques de los chicos que atrae
Que ignoran los hechos porque les falta algo
Y parece que cada día tienen que repetir
Que todos se vayan, y ellos no lo hacen
Dina ya no habla con los chicos
Ellos no le dan lo que ella quiere
Dina ya no habla con los chicos
Ellos no le dan lo que ella quiere
Descubrió el café a través del mejor amigo de su amante
No sabía que existían lugares como este
Se sentaba, hacía amigos y tomaba café
Y justo cuando pensaba que podía relajarse y estar tranquila
Alguien se sentaba y comenzaba una conversación
Sin invitación, agotaba su paciencia
Ahora siente la necesidad de pasar desapercibida
Aún no lo resiente, pero
Dina ya no habla con los chicos
Ellos no le dan lo que ella quiere
Dina ya no habla con los chicos
Ellos no le dan lo que ella quiere
Un ángel con las alas cortadas
Algunas personas caen cuando tropiezan
Algunos ángeles cortan sus propias alas
Los chicos desesperados dicen las cosas más tontas
Dina ya no habla con los chicos
Ellos no le dan lo que ella quiere
Dina ya no habla con los chicos
Ellos no le dan lo que ella quiere
Ella quiere disfrutar en público
Está felizmente comprometida, no preguntes con quién
Quiere tomar café y hablar sobre Seinfeld
O Alice In Chains o lo que sea
Y no, no quiere salir
En una cita con algún patán, puede estar bien sin eso
Puedes darle respeto, ella no quiere conectar
Entiende que se protegerá a sí misma
Dina ya no habla con los chicos
Ellos no le dan lo que ella quiere
Dina ya no habla con los chicos
Ellos no le dan lo que ella quiere
Dina ya no habla con los chicos
Ellos no le dan lo que ella quiere
Dina ya no habla con los chicos
Ellos no le dan lo que ella quiere