She's an artist with her makeup, blood for lips and smoke for eyes
Like a chemical equation using symmetry and lies
I made concessions for your attitude but can't deal with your disguise, my oh my
Cats are squealing in the ally as she finishes her face
And her fingertips are matchsticks carefully wrapped in gloves of lace
He must be something really special he must have expensive taste, oh what a waste
Well you're nothing like you used to be, you're as cold as then can come
And no one's gonna love you number one
Well I heard you're making movies and I also heard what kind
Saw your picture on the flyer at the local five and dime
You need someone's arms around you but they never will be mine
Well you're nothing like you used to be, got a stare could freeze the sun
And no one's gonna love you number one
Yeah you're nothing like you used to be but I hope you're having fun
Cause no one's gonna love you number one