Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else
Because the posters on the wall they don t look like him at all
So he ties it up, he tucks it in, he pulls it back, and gives a grin
Laughing 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 loving all the ladies
But the ladies don t love him at all
Cause when he s not drunk
He s only stuck on himself
And then he has the nerve
To say he needs a decent girl
Looking at herself but wishing she was someone else
Because the body of the doll it don t look like hers at all
So she straps it on, she sucks it in, she throws it up, and gives a grin
Laughing at herself because she knows she ain t that at all
All caught up in the trends
Well 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 its that
As a matter of fact
She hasn t had a day to relax
Since she has lost her ability to think clearly
Well I m an energetic hypothetic version of another person
Check out my outsides there ain t nothing in here
Well I m a superficial, systematic, music television addict
Check out my outsides there ain t nothing in
Here comes another one, just like the other one
Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else
Because the posters on the wall they don t look like a him
And so he ties it up he tucks it in, he pulls it back and gives a grin
Laughing at himself because he knows he ain t loved at all
He knows he ain t loved at all

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