Lie, lie, l-lie, lie, lie, l-lie, lie Lie, lie, l-lie, lie, l-l-l-lie, lie Rage against the dying of the light (Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie) If it happened it was meant to be On the cover of your magazine (Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey,

Go, go, go, little queenie Standin' over by the record machine Looking like a model On the cover of a magazine She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen I got lumps in my throat When I saw her comin' down the aisle I got the wiggles in my knees When

Love her like she's leaving Oh and I guarantee she won't Like it's all going to end if you don't We cut the cake everybody danced And some people drank too much You looked like the cover of Brides magazine And I looked like some guy in a tux I'll never

She's a star From the backstreets to the city First she buys you, then she sells ya You know she wants you when she's telling you She comes to life from the cover of a Hollywood magazine With a sense of confidence hard to fight She waits to be discovered

I'm super, super Snap my fingers just like that You think I'm super So you wanna be just like me On the cover of your magazine Think you wanna be just like me Everybody's watching me To be super, super To be super, super girl