Paul Westerberg - Aint Got Me текст песни

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



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...