with the extra pound of lobster
You could make the music,
You're a precious snowflake
with your picture in the paint
It seems I can't love you anymore
And right outside your door
Don't tell me that, don't tell me that
Don't tell me that, don't tell me that
you could drive a sports car
You deserve the things you want,
just put them on your points card
you could make a difference
You deserve the finer things,
you're supposed to be famous
They'll be right outside your door
Don't tell me that, don't tell me that,
Trust with the light, the rising dawn
Creeping up, it seems like they
Creeping up, they're right
Creeping up, it's come to an end
Don't that, don't tell me that,
Those are lies that they told you,