Ain't Got Me

You've got call waiting
It's irritating me to no end
I take a shot
Your hall of fame is
Littered with famous
Women and men
You've got 'em all on your wall
Except the last of a dying breed
Cause you ain't got me
No you ain't got me
No you ain't no you ain't got me

I got to be a boy again
With a lik'em ade chin and a quicksilver domino
Baby that's not my choice the fast way
You got a voice like the last day
Of catholic school
Your world's got everything that you ever need
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You've got broadway, the longest street
With the shortest memory

You cram your dreams with computer chips
Give me tambourines a pair of shaking hips
You've got 'em all on your wall
I'm the last of a dying breed...
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