We used to be so happy, we used to be so true. We used to think there wasn't anything we couldn't do. But they could see right through us we didn't seem to care.
You gotta four piece band and a L.A. tan. You smile at me and you shake my hand. But I got something baby that you need. You'll stab me in the back just to watch me bleed.
I'm out till four and I'm up at six. And when I wake I have a fix. To try and cure the morning after blues. To help me make it through the day. So I can drink the night away.
Well it don't matter if I get my picture. On the cover of a magazine. You'll never know that I always try to do things right. . Well it ain't no sweat if I always forget to get.