Try and be somebody Being in the spotlight means being on the run Oh the tedium Under cut, under laid And they run away from their smoking guns
So you wake up to find your breasts in one zine too many Makes you think the little boys aren't getting any A bad joke we're gonna weather Let's put our headaches together
And a man walks on the scene, he's got the facts Place it all in print (he'll die to see you waxed) And we don't take the credit for things we hope to see him write He lays her out on paper And we bite.
She wakes up to find...
Some folks think it's funny, some folks think you're cute Selling someone's secrets for status seems to suit you But I don't take cheap revenge as street cred Just lonely, bitter and cruel Completely pathetic.
Wake up to find your breasts judged by boys you haven't met They're the ones who haven't begun to feel our teeth yet It doesn't take a man to know the weather Let's put our headaches together.