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Paul Westerberg

Well, you shoot me glances And they're so hard to read I misconstrue what you mean Slip me a napkin and now that you start Is this your name or a doctor

The good times hide and so do I Out of my control I dig a hole I'm gonna let the bad times roll I'm gonna let the bad times roll If that's all the time

Nobody can tell ya There's only one song worth singing They may try and sell ya Cause it hangs them up To see someone like you You gotta make your own

Men without ties don't dress for dinner It's Friday night frozen pizza thing Don't want no wife or no beginner Friday night frozen, pizza king Everything

Get up from a dream and I look for rain Take an amphetamine and a crushed rat brain How am I feelin', better I suppose How am I lookin', I don't want

I stay in every night of the week They try but I won't speak To be my friends You'll see me once I'm on the mend Oh, man once around the weekend Oh,

Men without ties don't dress for dinner It's Friday night frozen pizza thing Don't want no wife or no beginner Friday night frozen, pizza king Everything

I was smoking a roundie Thank God you found me All by myself And then you bounced through the door like nobody else Hey you someone I once knew, sit

Talking to myself again My sentences ramble at great length And I believe I had just started To bore the only guy who's listening And the sunset and the