It cracks me up

All the things I read

By these PhD's in men's magazines

They'll never know what a woman wants

And the things they write are completely nuts

Every morning when I wake up

To the morning shows and my coffee cup

Sordid secrets of Hollywood stars

You know problems come

No matter who we are

It's so superficial

Out there

I need something real



Chorus



So Crazy Crazy Crazy

This is how I feel 

It seems to me our society

Lives within four walls of a Colour TV

Crazy Crazy Crazy

Show me something real

Better wise up, now you better get smart

You can take it from me straight from the heart



You could pay off the national debt

With the amount of cash plastic surgeons get

He can make you a beauty queen

But can he raise your self-esteem

So when will you understand

That the way I look isn't who I am

'Cause what you want may not be what you need

And satisfaction's never guaranteed

It's so superficial

Out there

I need something real



Repeat Chorus



Perfection deception

and they promise redemption

in this commercial religion today.