I think you're pretty and you even look like you've thought things out But you're so disappointing with you're shaved head and those mystery eyes You smile embarra**ed, like you know what's going on But you just stand still, like you can just go along With the cheap illustrations of your most important dreams What do you think you're doing? Wasting your tears for the camera's eye, I don't doubt that at one time you meant it, but your posing and your pouting's not going to make me cry For some ad executive's idea of what your s** would give To be on television C'mon have a sense of humor! I wanna believe but you just make me sneer, 'cause it's the same emotions that they use to sell me beer. You don't have to go along with their world, You don't have to go along You can put your shirt back on...