I think she’s the prettiest lady I’ve ever seen Her hair, it has meaning and volume and such a sheen Sometimes, I think maybe I could go and talk to her Her eyes, they look lonely, far away and inert
Baby, the socialites who act so nice Won’t ever begin to let you in They’ll act surprised, apologize Won’t ever let on The face you wear is their own
I’m gonna try combing my hair in a thousand ways Maybe he will notice and maybe look my way
Baby, the socialites who act so nice Won’t ever begin to let you in Stars in their eyes, they’ll apologize Won’t ever let on That you need someone real
But they don’t know where I’m going It’s not impossible to show, But to show is to open up
Baby, the socialites who act so nice Won’t ever begin to let you in They’ll act surprised, apologize Won’t ever let on The face you wear is their own
I’m glad they’re the ones on the other side of the glass Who knows what my spirit is worth in cold, hard cash