Aint Got Me — текст песни (Paul Westerberg)

Youve got call waiting

Its irritating me to no end

I take a shot

Your hall of fame is

Littered with famous

Women and men

Youve got em all on your wall

Except the last of a dying breed

Cause you aint got me

No you aint got me

No you aint no you aint got me



I got to be a boy again

With a likem ade chin and a quicksilver domino

Baby thats not my choice the fast way

You got a voice like the last day

Of catholic school

Your worlds got everything that you ever need

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Youve got broadway, the longest street

With the shortest memory



You cram your dreams with computer chips

Give me tambourines a pair of shaking hips

Youve got em all on your wall

Im the last of a dying breed...

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