So you're letting me go to play that Mr. Rock and Roll, Roll.
I hope the girls you meet are pretty, smart, clever and super skinny.
You know they'll fall for you so fast, Mr. Backstage-pass,
but she'll never follow through.
So i'll put a little more make-up on, be miss outgoing, miss so-moved on,
Heres to hoping that I don't get screwed again.
I'm gonna to find a boy who loves me, who respects everything about me
And I might as well just marry him.
But its nice to know I'm still your source of inspiration, just promise
me you won't put words in my mouth, 'cause you have absoulutely no clue
what i'm feeling
I'm not your baby, anymore.