Girls, now in these veins,
live up to what we're saying
You know we only want the best
so you take just what you need to
Come on, you know you want it all,
see all these riches baby
All this gold and silver,
all this pain and spending
No sir, I was never meant for
Photos for tomorrow's paper
Paper to look over here no more
I've only ever tried to say it straight,
Good as your last performance,
God help you disappoint me
I love it, but it's what you
Your little heart is beating,
your little heart is beating
Wings have gone, tide appearing
Sad, sad songs are playing
Nothing's ever really far from fading now
See, all these riches, baby
All this fame and splendor
I know, sir, I was never meant for
For this heart tomorrow's paper
Hey, could you look over here no more?