Pretty People

Pretty people on the TV
Irritate the hell out of me
Still I wish that I could be one too
All this time spent dwelling on them
Jealous even of their problems
Must be lovely being so obtuse

Some call this progress
Tell me what drugs are they on
'Til you find the one you want
You don't need to love no-one

Pretty people may seem tempting
When they sing of happy endings
But they're always first to come unglued
Little pop star, young and vapid
Read your interview and laughed at
All the stupid things you think are true

Some call this progress
Tell me what drugs are they on
'Til you find the one you want
You don't need to love no-one

Pretty people drive me crazy
Andi hates the lyric "baby"
Baby it's just part of what we do

Some call this progress
Tell me what drugs are they on
'Til you find the one you want
You don't need to love no-one

Tell me your secrets
Tell me I'm the only one
When you find the one you want
You don't really love no-one