Intro x2: |
Verse: |
Verse: |
Lookin at himself and wishin he was someone |
else because the posters on the wall |
they don't a look a like him at all. |
So he ties it up, he tucks it in, |
he pulls it back and gives a grin laughin at |
himself because he knows he ain't loved at all. |
He gets his courage from the can, |
it makes him feel like a man because he's lovin |
all the ladies but the ladies don't love him at all |
And when he's not drunk, he's only stuck on himself |
and then he has the nerve to |
say he needs a descent girl. |
Verse: |
Lookin at herself and wishin she was someone |
else because the body of the doll it |
don't a look a like her's at all. |
And so she straps it on, she sucks it in, |
she throws it up, and gives a grin |
laughin at herself because she knows she ain't that at all. |
A caught up in the trends |
where the truth began to bend and the next thing you |
know man there just ain't no truth left at all. |
Cause when the pretty girl walks, |
she walks so proud, and when the pretty girl |
laughs oh man she laughs so loud. |
And if it ain't this, then it's that, |
as a matter of fact she hasn't had a day to |
relax since she's lost her ability to think clearly. |
Repeat Intro |
Bridge: |
x2 |
Well I'm an energetic, hypothetic version |
of another person, check out my outsides |
there ain't nothin in here. |
Well I'm a superficial, systematic, |
music television addict, check out my outsides |
there ain't nothin in here.... |