Poor kid never saw it coming
There was the set up and the big take down
Lost his sweetheart as the band got humming
And word well it gets around
Sometimes there's just no consolation
You're missing cues and forgot what to say
Thank God almighty for television
Going numb in the cathode ray
It's so dramatic when there's no one to warn you
Spend the evening sitting in the corner
Oh to see the world through the tear in your eye
With the strong drink and the flimsy alibi
Little girl there's far too many choices
For you to ever really get your head clean
And it's so easy taking cues from california
Soap operas and checkout line magazines
Oh to have just an unguarded moment
Oh to be under your house arrest
To steal your love like an inside job
And crack your vault with a solo kiss
No this isn't just a sex song
We're all black holes so don't give me grief
I think you're perfect and you think i'm perfect to and
We're all just lying through our teeth
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