Why can't they see right through you

(You've got the liquid hips of a belly dancer)

Such a cassanova-esque quasi-libido.

Just like the tempting siren

You'll keep causing them to keep coming back

They'll keep coming back for a taste of

Decadent bile-flavored heroin-chic

(And you know that equals cool)

It equals another friendship down the tubes

You will be special someday

Wishing to see that child grow up

Only makes room for 10,000 more tears.

10,000 more times,

And reliving July never gets any easier

Every time it's time to move on

I meet someone who causes me to think again

About the past

(How dare they)

I'd rather forget that I was ever failing

But its not fair to them to forget

And when your throat burns up,

The linoleum never felt so good.

That's when my heart stops

Why can't there be a solution

(Just hope it doesn't remind you of when you took

the fun out of fun)

When you were six years old,

Did you ever say "that'll be me someday!"

After that first short wretch

(And yeah you looked so chic)

After all you never hated the glamour

And after your swagger leads you to the floor

You can say that James and Marilyn never looked so good