The endless stream of reminders Made him so sick of you, Sick for your sound, Sick of you coming around

Soup guise, worked on this one since Monday I think:

There's Something About These People

You told the joke and laughs ensued
And she gave you the picture she drew
But she never said you'd see her again

What is it about these people?

As I walked across the street
She asked if I'd like something to read
But she didn't ask if her beliefs would offend me

What is it about these people?

You thought you could be in the room for long
And get away with it 'cause she's a pretty blonde
But it's only a crime if you tell

What is it about these people?

I looked at her and she looked at me
Then turned her head to the backseat
And I swear I froze up in the middle of the street