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Well I watched her from my windowfor a week or month or moretil i heard from an old acquantance that my chance had comeHe said it ain't the kind of partywhere they kick you out the doorand they leave you in the gutter can't remember what you've doneTraffic piles up in the cityweekend lurches into geargot that Friday 7:30 feeling in my bonesif you lose playing Bogartyou're better on your owngood time people make excuses on their telephonesGive me something for the manwho doesn't have to try too hardspend a little time rehearsing my tom petty leerwell i dressed up for my conquestcome out fighting no holds barredand i pray for courage and some halfway decent beerTraffic piles up in the cityweekend lurches into geargot that Friday 7:30 feeling in my bonesif you lose playing BogartLetras de cancionesyou're better on your owngood time people make excuses on their telephonesHalf an ear for conversation"would you like the same again?"my eyes are red from smoke my legs are going lameI see those other guys around herand I'll have to think againwhy does this teenage romance beat the jaded singles gameLet me out into the night timetraffic returning homeall martyrs suffer as I walk back slowly through the barif you lose playing Bogartyou're better on your ownsit on my bed and smoke a single cigarette in the dark From Letras Mania