I want the action and cut
the confident strut
the not-knowing-what's-what
making me tut
I want the blinding lights
the disturbed nights
the cat fights
making me right
I want the drunken slur
the not-you-it's-her
the lazy chauffeur
making me blur
I want the beauty not the brains
the heartaches and the pain
the work and the strain
making me faint
I don't want the lights
I don't want the fights
I don't want the pain
I don't want to feign
this life that I dream of
that millions desire
I think I'd be better off
staying the little liar