Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else

Because the posters on the wall they don't look like him at all



So he ties it up, he tucks it in, he pulls it back, and gives a grin

Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all



He gets his courage from the can,

It makes him feel like a man

Because he's loving all the ladies

But the ladies don't love him at all



Cause when he's not drunk

He's only stuck on himself

And then he has the nerve

To say he needs a decent girl



Looking at herself but wishing she was someone else

Because the body of the doll it don't look like hers at all



So she straps it on, she sucks it in, she throws it up, and gives a grin

Laughing at herself because she knows she ain't that at all



All caught up in the trends

Well the truth began to bend

And the next thing you man

There just ain't no truth left at all



Cause when the pretty girl walks

She walks so proud

And when the pretty girl laughs

Oh man, she laughs so loud



And if it ain't this then its that

As a matter of fact

She hasn't had a day to relax

Since she has lost her ability to think clearly



Well I'm an energetic hypothetic version of another person

Check out my outsides there ain't nothing in here



Well I'm a superficial, systematic, music television addict

Check out my outsides there ain't nothing in

Here comes another one, just like the other one

Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else

Because the posters on the wall they don't look like a him

And so he ties it up he tucks it in, he pulls it back and gives a grin

Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all

He knows he ain't loved at all