Tim Rogers - You Just Don't Do It For Me, Friend lyrics

One, two, buckle my shoe... Ah you know I've never really been that good with friends I'll only let you in when I can see the end I don't call back I'm never late I talk like I'm fillin' holes or cake It ain't that I don't like you you're just better off alone You just don't wanna get too close to this guy He'll pick at you like the raisins in a pie If you got regular size feet And your aftershave smells sweet Keep your distance boy, it's curlin' up my toes Like an arthouse movie or 50 dollar wine I just miss the point every single time But you just don't do it for me friend And I just don't think I like the way this is gonna end Did you notice how my eyes looked all around When the talk turns back to you and how you found That everything that you hold dear Your prostate gland and your career I'm listenin' just don't mess in my good ear Like pawn shop furniture or arrowroot biscuits I'm cheap and I'm everywhere and I'm good for five minutes But you just don't do it for me friend And I just don't think I like the way this is gonna end Ah you just don't do it for me friend I was there back row an empty show You've dumped your band and you went an' gone solo You sung so great but some notes hurt You wiped the floor and you left no dirt They loved you baby from the high C's to the pleats right in your skirt. I met your pals and we made some tentative plans For singing and drinking and buying new corduroy pants You're the kick in the pants I just didn't expect You're the playful strangle around the neck You sure can't do it for me madame You sure can't do it for me madame Ah you know I've never really been that good with friends But you sure can't do it for me madame Ah you sure can't do it for me madame Goddamn!