Your scrapbook's filled with pictures 

Of all your leading men

Oh baby don't put my picture

In there with them



Oh don't make us some little girl's dream 

That can not ever really ever come true

Baby don't do it to me

I won't do it to you



You see all the romantic movies

You dream and take the boy's home

But when the action fades girl

You're left there all alone



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----------?

----------?

---------to see the late late show



----------?

--------do it?

--------to him to her?

---make you cry like you do girl



Now every night you go out looking

For true love's satisfaction

But in the morning you always end up

Settling for just lights, camera, action



In another cameo role

With some bit play you're befriending

You're gonna go broken hearted 

Looking for that happy ending



Well girl you're gonna you're gonna end up

Just another lonely ticket sold

Crying alone in the theater

At the end of the show



Don't make us some little girl's dream 

That can not ever really ever come true

Baby don't do it to me

I won't do it to you

Yeah, I won't do it to you