Playing Bogart

Well I watched her from my window For a week or month or more Til i heard from an old acquantance that my chance had come He said it ain't the kind of party Where they kick you out the door And they leave you in the gutter can't remember what you've done Traffic piles up in the city Weekend lurches into gear Got that Friday 7: 30 feeling in my bones If you lose playing Bogart You're better on your own Good time people make excuses on their telephones Give me something for the man Who doesn't have to try too hard Spend a little time rehearsing my tom petty leer Well i dressed up for my conquest Come out fighting no holds barred And i pray for courage and some halfway decent beer Traffic piles up in the city Weekend lurches into gear Got that Friday 7: 30 feeling in my bones If you lose playing Bogart You're better on your own Good time people make excuses on their telephones Half an ear for conversation "Would you like the same again?" My eyes are red from smoke my legs are going lame I see those other guys around her And I'll have to think again Why does this teenage romance beat the jaded singles game Let me out into the night time Traffic returning home All martyrs suffer as I walk back slowly through the bar If you lose playing Bogart You're better on your own Sit on my bed and smoke a single cigarette in the dark