Saturday night in another motel staring at some old 
tattoos and crying 
Can you walk that walk, can you talk that deal maybe I 
can make you feel like dying 
When you put your money on the sheet and you fall in 
love and life is sweet as it can be 
No, I don't believe in anyone so I make believe that 
everyone is trés jolie, trés jolie 

Everywhere in the universe worlds collide and come to 
an end 
I don't want to be beautiful 
I don't want to wake up again 
I want to touch the moon 

You got two left feet and a musical ear and a bodyguard 
And she's all dressed up in a leotard, is she old 
enough are you getting hard, I'm dying 
It's a lot of work for a little crime, just being born 
means doing time and doing me 
No, I don't believe in anything so I make believe that 
everything is trés joke, trés jolie 

Everywhere in the universe worlds collide and come to 
an end 
I don't want to be beautiful 
I don't want to wake up again 

Everywhere in the universe worlds collide and come to 
an end 
I don't want to be beautiful 
I don't want to wake up again 
I want to touch the moon