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

Playing Bogart - Any Trouble

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