Everyone wants to be part of the scene See themselves pretty in a magazine So when my life did read just like a book Out of corners and cracks they came to look
And thats the story from the years that came Everyone wants to be part of the shame What a tragedy, what a glamorous scene Write it in a book or A magazine
Open up to read about a murder Look at the pretty lipstick shades And thats just how you met your frank sinatra On the paper thin walls of a magazine
Picked up and paid for But who knows what you're really bound to be You put the pages on the mirror Another sob story but it will never fill you up Just like the way you always hoped it was bound to be Who are you?
Dream a dream she looks like madonna Or find a jesus of your own Something different, just made for your cover No religion is fit for a magazine
So you read it in a magazine
And i had seen the things id never dream Read it in a book, or a magazineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
