Ain't Got Me Songtext

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 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...