Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
You're saying don't look at me
I say you don't look so good
I went out in the cold to buy a paper
Pushing every button in the elevator
But I know
I got my looks
And you got yours
Must have learned them
From a million stars
Oh looks
Oh, man
Oh looks
Oh, man
I get 'em on the bus
And I get 'em on the streets
And I get 'em from you
I was looking for a reason
Looking for a cure
What can I do
I'm just so tired with you
And I wish the lights would dim
Cause I can see what this is leading to
And it looks real grim
But I know
I got my looks
And you got yours
Guess you just weren't what I was looking for
Oh looks
Oh, man
Oh looks
Oh, man
I get 'em on the bus
And I get 'em on the streets
And I get 'em from you
I was looking for a reason
Looking for a cure
What can I do
What can I do
What can I do
What can I do
What can I do