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Weezer
Weezer


Background information
Origin Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Pop punk
Power pop
Emo
Alternative Rock
Years active 1992—present
Label(s) Geffen Records
Interscope Records
Associated acts Avant Garde
The Space Twins
Goat Punishment
The Special Goodness
The Relationship
The Rentals
Ozma
Website Website
Members
Rivers Cuomo
Brian Bell
Scott Shriner
Patrick Wilson
Former members
Jason Cropper
Matt Sharp
Mikey Welsh



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Weezer Album


Pinkerton (09/24/1996)
09/24/1996
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I'm tired, so tired 
I'm tired of having sex 
I'm spread so thin 
I don't know who I am 

Monday night I'm makin' 
Jen Tuesday night I'm makin' Lyn 
Wednesday night I'm makin' Catherine 
Oh, why can't I be makin' Love come true? 

I'm beat, beet red 
ashamed of what I said 
I'm sorry, here I go 
I know I'm a sinner 
But I can't say no 

Thursday night I'm makin' Denise 
Friday night I'm makin' Sharise 
Saturday night I'm makin' Louise 
Oh, why can't I be makin' Love come true 

Tonite, I'm down on my knees 
Tonite I'm beggin' you please 
Tonite, tonite, please 

. . .



This is beginning to hurt 
This is beginning to be serious 
It used to be a game 
Now it's a cryin' shame 
'Cuz you don't wanna play around no more 

Sometimes I push too hard 
Sometimes you fall and skin your knee 
I never meant to do 
All that I've done to you 
Please, baby, say it's not too late 

to get you, uh-huh 

You know this is breakin' me up 
You think that I'm some kind of freak 
But if you'd come back to me 
Then you would surely see 
That I'm just foolin' around 
to get you, uh-huh 

I can't believe 
What you've done to me 
What I did do them 

. . .



My girl's a liar 
But I'll stand beside her 
She's all I've got 
And I don't wanna be alone 
My girl don't see me 
when she's with my friends 
She's all I've got 
And I don't want to be alone 

No there is no other one 
No there is no other one 
I can't have any other one 
though I would 
now I never could with one 

All of the drugs she does 
Scare me real good 
She's got a tattoo 
and two pet snakes 
but nobody knows me like her 
nobody knows her like me 

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I know I should get next to you 
you got a look that makes me think you're cool 
But it's just sexual attraction 
Not somethin' real so I'd rather keep wackin' 

Why bother? 
it's gonna hurt me 
It's gonna kill when you desert me 
This happened to me twice before 
It won't happen to me anymore 

I've known a lot of girls before 
What's the harm in knowin' one more? 
Maybe we could even get together 
Maybe you could break my heart next summer 
It's a crying shame I'm all alone 
Not with you, nor her, nor anyone 
Won't you knock me on my head 

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You are 18 year old girl who live in small city of Japan 
and you heard me on the radio about one year ago 
and you're wanting to know all about me and my hobbies 
my favorite food and my birthday 

Why are you so far away from me?
I need help and you're way across the sea
I could never touch you - I think it would be wrong 
But I've got your letter and you've got my song 

They don't make stationery like this where I'm from - so fragile, so refined 
So I sniff and I lick your envelope and fall to little pieces every time 
I wonder what clothes you wear to school; I wonder how you decorate your room 
I wonder how you touch yourself and curse myself for being across the sea 

At 10 I shaved my head and tried to be a monk 
I thought the older women would like me if I did 
You see, ma, I'm a good little boy 
It's all your fault, momma, it's all your fault 
goddamn, this business is really lame 
I gotta live on an island to find the juice 
So you send me your love from all around the world 
As if I could live on words and dreams and a million screams 

. . .



When I look in the mirror 
I can't believe what I see 
Tell me, who's that funky dude starin' back at me? 
Broken, beaten-down can't even get around 
without an old-man cane I fall and hit the ground 
Shivering in the cold, I'm bitter and alone 

Excuse the bitchin' - I shouldn't complain 
I should have no feeling, 'cuz feeling is pain 
as everything I need is denied me 
and everything I want is taken away from me 
but who do I got to blame? 
Nobody but me 

I don't wanna be a old man anymore 
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor 
Shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night 
It's time I got back to the Good Life 
It's time I got back, it's time I got back 
'n I don't even know how I got off the track 
I wanna go back, yeah! 

Screw this crap, I've had it! I ain't no Mr. Cool 
I'm a pig, I'm a dog, so 'scuse me if I drool 
I ain't gonna hurt nobody, ain't gonna cause a scene 
I just need to admit I want sugar in my tea 

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Goddamn you half-Japanese girls 
do it to me every time 
oh, the redhead said you shred the cello 
And I'm jello, baby 
But you won't talk, won't look, won't think of me 
I'm the epitome of Public Enemy 
Why you wanna go and do me like that? 
Come down on the street and dance with me 

I'm a lot like you so please Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me 

I asked you to go to the Green Day concert 
You said you never heard of them 
-How cool is that?- 
So I went to your room and read your diary: 
"watching Grunge leg-drop New-Jack through a press table..." and then my heart stopped: 
"listening to Cio-Cio San fall in love all over again." 

How stupid is it? I can't talk about it 
I gotta sing about it and make a record of my heart 
How stupid is it? For all I know you want me too and maybe you just don't know what to do or maybe you're scared to say: "I'm falling for you" 
I wish I could get my head out of the sand 'cuz I think we'd make a good team 
and you would keep my fingernails clean
but that's just a stupid dream that I won't realize 
'cuz I can't even look in your eyes without shakin', and I ain't fakin' 

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When I'm stable long enough 
I start to look around for love 
See a sweet in floral print 
my mind begins the arrangements 
but When I start to feel that pull
turns out I just pulled myself 
she would never go with me 
were I the last girl on earth 

I'm dumb, she's a lesbian 
I thought I had found the one 
we were good as married in my mind 
but married in my mind's no good 
a Pink Triangle on her sleeve 
let me know the truth, let me know the truth 

Might have smoked a few in my time 
but never thought it was a crime 
knew the day would surely come 
when I'd chill and settle down 
when I think I've found a good old-fashioned girl 
then she put me in my place
if everyone's a little queer 

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Holy cow! I think I've got one here 
Now just what am I s'posed to do? 
I've got a number of irrational fears 
That I'd like to share with you 
First, there's rules about old goats like me 
Hangin' 'round with chicks like you -but I do like you- 
And another one: you say "like" too much 

But I'm shakin' at your touch 
I like you way too much 
My baby, I'm afraid I'm falling for you 
'n I'd do 'bout anything to get the hell out alive 
Or maybe I would rather settle down with you 

Holy moly, baby, wouldn't you know it? 
Just as I was bustin' loose 
I gotta go turn in my rock star card and get fat
and old with you 
'cuz I'm a burning a candle you're a gentle month 
teaching me to lick a little bit kinder 
And I do like you - you're the lucky one 
No! I'm the lucky one 
Holy Sweet goddamn! You left your cello in the basement 
I admired the glowing the stars and tried to play a tune' 
I can't believe how bad I suck, it's true 
What could you possibly see in little ol' 3-chord me? 
But it's true - you like me, I like you too 

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Yesterday I went outside 
With my momma's mason jar 
Caught a lovely Butterfly 
When I woke up today 
And looked in on my fairy pet 
She had withered all away 
No more sighing in her breast 
I'm sorry for what I did 
I did what my body told me to 
I didn't mean to do you harm 
But everytime I pin down what I think I want 
it slips away - the ghost slips away 
I smell you on my hand for days 
I can't wash away your scent 
if I'm a dog then you're a bitch 
I guess you're as real as me 
maybe I can live with that 
maybe I need fantasy 
a life of chasing Butterfly 
I told you I would return 
When the robin makes his nest 
but I ain't never comin' back 

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