Lyrics
Met you at gambler's anonymous a few weeks back.
You were lookin' good so, I went over to chat.
I knew if you looked that good, there must be a hitch.
Sure enough you were goofy, and somewhat of a bitch.
We exchanged numbers, I said I would call.
You sa id your name was Gina...And I said I was Paul.
And I don't like lawyers.
And I don't like hypnotists.
I don't like xerox machines,
bum knees and broken wrists.
You're alot like me.
Ya' don't like anything at all,
and ya' don't like me but that's
okay 'cause my real name's not Paul.
My name's not Paul.
It isn't Paul.
It isn't Paul.
It isn't Paul.
You called me up today, and started to talk.
I just sat and listened like a well-behaved rock.
You gave me your life story,
like it's what I wanted to hear.
How could someone with so little to say,
talk off my ear?
After blabbin' for hours,
you said it wouldn't work out.
You said I wasn't your type,
and I thought...that was something to laugh about!
And I don't like lawyers.
And I don't like hypnotists.
I don't like xerox machines,
bum knees and broken wrists.
You're alot like me.
Ya' don't like anything at all,
and ya' don't like me but that's
okay 'cause my real name's not Paul.
My name's not Paul.
It isn't Paul.
It isn't Paul.
It isn't Paul.
Saw y ou in the grocery store - the cereal aisle.
You looked up at me, and offered me a smile.
I was with my good friend and you looked confused.
You thought my name was Paul...
but that's not the name he used.
And you said 'You're name's not Paul,
well isn't that great!
I only said no, 'cause Paul was a guy I
used to date.'
And I've been making excuses since then,
but I haven't found the right one yet.
I better find it soon -
How many VD's can I get?!
And I don't like lawyers.
And I don't like hypnotis ts.
I don't like xerox machines,
bum knees and broken wrists.
And I don't like you.
'Cause ya' don't like anything at all,
and ya' don't like me but that's
okay 'cause my real name's not Paul.
My name's not Paul.
It isn't Paul.
It isn't Paul.
It isn't Paul.
I'm not Paul,
I'm not Paul,
But now I'm wishin' that i was.
'Cause he got rid of you,
and I wonder what he does
that pisses you off so much.
And makes you hate his name.
I wanna know right now so
I can do the same.
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