Lookin' at himself
And wishin' 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
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 decent
Girl
lookin' at herself
And wishin' she was someone else
Because the body of the dolly
Don't look like hers at all
So she straps it on, she sucks it in,
She throws it up, and gives a grin,
Laughin' at herself
Because she knows she's ain't that at 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.
'Cuz when the
Pretty girl walks
And when the pretty girl laughs
Oh man, she laughs so
Loud.
And if it ain't this then its that it's a matter of fact
she hasn't had a day To relax
Since she's lost her Ability to think Clear- Ly
Well I'm an
energetic, apathetic
Version of another person,
Check out my outsides,
There ain't nothin' in here
Well I'm a
Superficial, systematic,
Check out my outsides,
There ain't nothin' in
Here comes another one,
He knows he ain't loved at all.