She’s not the kind of girl to let her secrets show She thinks that if you love her you’re just supposed to know And she’ll never tell you what you doing wrong She just makes a note on the letter to Dolly She’s been writing for so long She always looks for answers inside the magazine On the rack at the check out line wake up tabloid queen The Enquirer never told her she doesn’t understand She thinks her body is all she has to hang on to her man But his wondering eyes are traveling at the speed of light Like a beacon on a stormy sea ships passing in the night She always looks for answers inside the magazine On the rack at the check out line wake up tabloid queen One more night of questions asked in silent pain One more round of denials he’s pretty good at this game She whispers do you love me “C’mon honey what-a-ya think Then waits for her to fall asleep and goes out for a drink She always looks for answers inside the magazine On the rack at the check out line wake up tabloid queen She wonders if J-Lo ever walked this empty floor The She buries her head in her pillow to cry a little more One tear for the sorrow one more for the rain A flood to wash all his lies spinning down the drain She always looks for answers inside the magazine On the rack at the check out line wake up tabloid queen

I don’t like fighting long dead battles Following the herd like a buncha cattle I don’t like camping on burial grounds I don’t like baggage and I don’t like debt I don’t like wasting time on regret I don’t like worries that just keep hanging round I wanna float on the breeze sail on the tide Take a shot at the moon when it rises tonight Grab on to the wind and go a ride I wanna count my blessings not my faults Read the latest news with a grain of salt Whispering rumours and truths collide ‘Till it all comes clean on the inside I don’t like showing a knife my back Or carrying a snowball in a paper sack I don’t like getting drawn into a fight I don’t like imaginary little black books Picking at scabs with a rusty hook I don’t give a damn whose wrong or right I wanna float on the breeze sail on the tide Take a shot at the moon when it rises tonight Grab on to the wind take it for a ride I wanna count my blessings not my faults Read the latest news with a grain of salt Whispering rumours and truths collide ‘Till it all comes clean on the inside Yeah, I’m gonna cross my fingers and say I tried

He sits alone in his shack thinking that she’s coming back Though her goodbyes still ring in his ear Lights a candle pours the wine it’s aniversary time The same thing happens every single year Wine for the sorrow and Gin for the tears Two more shots of whiskey to wipe away the years Although an ocean full dreams can’t erase the regret With this bottle it’s easy to forget Staring down at her past through reflections in her glass She hears a husband’s thousand questions why A child‘s diamond tears shatter on the kitchen floor This glass is full of goodbyes To this bottle I thee wed til death do us part Happy ever after right up to closing time Nothing in this world is more dear to my heart With this bottle I’ll be doing fine

She’s a girl in the middle of a family torn in two Mom took off a while ago Dad don’t know what to do She’s buried all those feelings deeper then the sea But the brown of her eyes is blues as can be Oh manic heart why do your change your mind Always looking forward never behind Blame needs a victim someone to cling to Movin’ on it‘s all you can do She thinks she’s to blame must’a done something wrong She hasn’t seen her daddy smile for so long If only she hadn’t broke that special plate Forgot to mow the lawn or come home too late People grow old and sometimes drift apart And the rift between them tears through the heart And though time usually heals the scars of goodbye The future is cloudy from the mist in her eye

Join the club join the party if you wanna have success Be part of the gang that is better than the rest If you’re not one of us you’ll never get ahead We’re the Better People’s Association All our kids wear uniforms to the proper schools of choice They all answer yes with one collective voice For a blending of progressive church and state We’re the Better People’s Association Because people like us rule the world Proper breeding is the key People like us have open minds As long as you think just like me We like liberal ideas as long as everyone’s the same We rally the faithful in support of our game Played strictly by the rules of conformity We’re the Better People’s Association We support the chosen few that fit in the mold But we put ‘em in a drawer when they get old To maintain the proper beauty standard We’re the Better People’s Association

She never calls to say she’s leaving she just walks away And when I see her in his arms she doesn’t have to say How much she doesn’t care she’ll tell you even though It’s something I already know Well she’s not one for talking she leaves it all unsaid There’s not much point in telling me what she once felt is dead The fact that she’s moved on she’ll be glad to tell you so It’s something I already know Don’t ask her to remember she works hard to forget For her sympathy is just a form of regret There’s no shelter from these feelings no safe haven to hide ‘Cause the tempest that surrounds her just batters me inside And her favorite game to play is watch the old guy squirm I guess I’ve got more lessons to learn Don’t ask her to remember she works hard to forget Circumstantial evidence that hasn’t happened yet I’ll be glad to forget her when she’s finally gone And I won’t have to hear her name every time I turn around I won’t have to pretend that I’m good at letting go But I think that she already knows It’s something she already knows

The traveling show the best game around Is finally coming to town driving a savior train The crowd gathers ‘round anticipation fills the air But the Hero fails to please Something went wrong today his mother passed away Thumbs down turn around turn your back to his face Put him back in his place Let him crash and burn if he falls from grace Ready for the game the gladiator stands In the stadium that’s filled with rabid fans While they sip their lemonade relaxing in the shade A casual decision is made and the swords’ bloody blade Conquers all desires Thumbs down turn around turn your back to his face Put him back in his place Let him crash and burn if he falls from grace The current favorite tribe beloved stars of the show Provide vicarious thrills for inquiring minds that wanna know But their joyous expectations shield a judges mask Gnashing vengeful jaws Tearing flesh from bone while the prisoner stands alone And the walls are closing in the rain’s pouring down Friends can’t be found And the road back home washed out long ago The heaven’s brightest star eventually falls from the sky Another quickly appears ready to give it a try But among the dying embers a fire that once burned bright Once lighting up the night An eternity of blame can never rekindle the flame And the walls are closing in the rain’s pouring down Friends can’t be found And the road back home washed out long ago It’s lonely at the top on that narrow pedestal Worshipped by a public demanding one strict rule That you drown yourself in excess fulfilling their desire Fantasy for hire No weaknesses allowed or you’ll face the angry crowd And thumbs down turn around They turn their backs to your face put you back in your place They let you crash and burn when you fall from grace

Every time I see you you say you don’t want me How can I get through when you won’t let me Be the one to shine for you Be the one you give it to Let me be the one Let me be the one Then I see you out with someone else And here am I all by myself Can’t you see I’m the one for you Can’t you see what you put me through And then you say you don’t care I don’t believe you you’re not being fair Let me show you something new Let me show you what I can do I don’t know how long I can take it Without your love don’t think I’ll make it Open up your heart and let me in Open up your heart c’mon babe give in If you’ll only give me give me one more chance I’ll try to learn learn that secret dance The one to make you make you change your mind The one to make you forever mine Every time I see you you say you don’t want me How can I get through when you won’t let me Be the one to shine for you Be the one you give it to

When your casual denials turn monumental And your manners of depression are all that pull you through And your righteousness is so presidential You’re a self-made martyr through and through When all the saints refuse your collect phone calls And return all your christmas cards And everyone accuses you of building brick walls You’re a self-made martyr standing guard When your memories all run together like water color And illusions become your daily bread And you question happiness like a jealous lover You’re a self-made martyr still in bed When your nighttimes are always waiting for the sunrise And your mornings are black as coffee And the telephone only rings with surprise You’re a self-made martyr sanctimoniously When your indignation chokes you like a halter And recognition saunters right on by And no one genuflects at your altar You’re a self-made martyr wondering why When all of your pretensions cry for recognition And you’re dying for a crumb of sympathy And your boasts are just an act of contrition You’re a self-made martyr like me

Hey now Betty Lou what’s come over you You don’t act the way you used to Come on Betty Lou what’s wrong with you You don’t love me like you’re ‘sposed to Quarter-back and the prom queen You were the cheerleader of my passion dreams But a careless night without a glove Led me down the aisle pledging eternal love Mortgaged life in a single-wide Busted cars parked outside But when the local called a strike I saw them picket lines All around the life I thought was mine With your diaper breath and bloodshot eyes You wonder why I stay out all night But when the baby cries with hunger pangs I gotta get out here before I go insane Ahh Betty Lou what’s come over you You don’t act the way that you used to Come on Betty Lou what’s wrong with you You don’t love me like you’re ‘spose

I’ll probably be famous as soon as I’m through Knocking down the Berlin wall and inventing super-glue If I have an extra minute, I’ll paint a master piece Sell it for a million to a faceless priest Maybe then the mirror will show me the man I could become If I leave the tags on my pillow obey all traffic signs Eat the crusts of my sandwich color between the lines Write christmas cards to people I don’t even know Cast my vote to decide which liar gets to run the show Maybe then the mirror will show me the man I could become And if I order a pizza for the address next door Leave the toilet seat down and my clothes on the floor Maybe if I chew with my mouth open wide Pretend I’m in London and drive on the wrong side Maybe then the mirror will show me the man I could become And perhaps if I wear fancy dresses all the time Drink lots diet-coke with seasoned salt and lime Wear tons of make-up and red high heels Glue the cell phone to my ear and converse in loud squeals Maybe then the mirror will show me the man I could become If I become a sailor and sail the seven seas Find a gull to teach me all about the birds and the bees I’ll get a tatoo on my chest with the image of a girl Wearing a grass skirt and a lovely string of pearls Maybe then the mirror will show me the man I could become But the face in the mirror will only be a reflection