The cut-rate mime walking through the dirty streets Of paris in the hot august heat Sun melting the fake smile away Just looking for a place to stay The actress gave up all her old dreams And traded up now she is a queen Royal families don't have time for that sh** Your crystal ball - you keep it hid The tractor-trailer driver radios: Help me someone i'm out here all alone Truck driving the black night away Praying for the light of day The kid in the mall works at hawt dawg on a stick His hat is a funny shape his heart is a brick Taking your order he will look away He doesn't have a thing to say But me i'm feeling pretty good as of now I'm not so sure when i got here or how Sun melting the fake smile away I think, you know, i'll be okay