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 <repeat>
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... <repeat>
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