| It's all become a fantasy | |
| She sits and reads about tiffany's | |
| I moan all day about the state of the world | |
| And the sun beats down | |
| Her book if full of pastel shades | |
| Filigree femmes in lusts of jade | |
| While all around the bullets flew | |
| And the sun beats down | |
| Oh heavy heart, as deep as the endless sea | |
| A thought for every fish, why don't you let them be | |
| Your book's so frivol, but i'm tired of mine | |
| Show me some | |
| Make me laugh and make me sing | |
| Dancing girls | |
| Make me laugh and make me sing | |
| Dancing girls | |
| So many years but nothing's changed | |
| We curse the fire but we still feed it's flames | |
| My cards repeating the same sad song | |
| Why don't you put them down? | |
| Tonight is young, as young as she needs to be | |
| There's room for love, as much as there needs to be | |
| Show me a drink, show me a smile | |
| Show me some | |
| Make me laugh and make me sing | |
| Dancing girls | |
| Make me laugh and make me sing | |
| Dancing girls |