Disenchanted (The)

I'm Tired Of Carrying A Picture Of My Hand In My Wallet
I tried going to bars, I tried acting real smooth Wearing a white hat and cruising for sorostitutes Say pretty baby can I buy you a drink? I guess not what the hell was I thinking? You've got the look and you walk the walk But you're the kind of chick who doesn't talk To lowlife punks and misfit guys like me I try but I never forget This should be a duet But that's another dimestore fantasy (chorus) Everybody's getting laid but me I'm by myself watching porn on TV I've done just about as much as I can But I'm out of ideas and I'm bored with my hand I tried candy and flowers and acting real sweet I took her out to the movies, bought her something to eat I lit candles, poured wine, real romantic But she dates fast cars, caviar and plastic I'd ask around but I'm sure I'd find That chicks like you never have the time Foe lowlife punks and misfit guys like me I try but I never forget This should be a duet But that's another dimestore fantasy Aus Songtexte Mania