Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? You left for London, when you were nineteen I bought you a fur coat when you were fifteen You wore it to the disco, where everyone was in jeans But you were just a rich girl, and only having fun Your worn out

Why don't you hate me? I'll be the first there And I'll be the last there I'm not gonna last here I'm not gonna last long Everyone hates me, but nobody knows me Where did the time go, could somebody show me? Get in and ride slow, you know where I'm going

I've become Sick of everyone now And I don't feel remorse for all forgotten And I don't care at all And I don't pray to voice of all the problems While looking for the answers Only questions come to mind 'Cause I have been lost in circles Wish seems now

My mind is a safe And if I keep it then we all get rich My body is an orphanage We take everyone in Doing lines of dust and sweat Off last night's stage Just to feel like you If home is where the heart is Then we're all just fucked

Nobody will love you, nobody will love you. Everyone is golden, everyone is golden, Then we know we've packed up all we had to move from '93. Everyone is golden, everyone is golden. And everyone's a soldier just marching towards the ocean. Nobody will

I was sittin' at home watchin TV all alone I'm so tired of reruns, the day goes on and on So I pick up the phone, call everyone I know Said there's gonna be a party, hit the music here we go You gotta live to party, bust your move Everybody's in the

I’ve got a dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty little secret And I’m not not not sure that I wanna keep it So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows Cause we just wanna dance under our pretty perfect halos Everyone’s got a secret Well Mrs. Pharmacist,

If all these words you speak of meant a thing I'd take back all the lines against you that I sing But I know that there's nothing real inside Your heart's invested in feeding everyone lies I've seen so many of you come and go, That's 'cause your in it

Everyone’s looking For something to hold Some kind of savior They need to be told Someone tell ‘em to Whiskey wants a joke The Marlboro wants to smoke

Welcome to Burlesque, Show a little more, Show a little less, Add a little smoke, Ooh, everyone is buying, Put your money in my hand, Everything you dream of, But never can possess, Nothing's what it seems,