The Life of a Showgirl
I heard you calling. . .
on the megaphone
Your heart was _____ I dropped it
Glass
I don't have to pretend I like acid rock, or that I'd like to be on a mega yacht. . .
With important men who think important thoughts
You play stupid games. . .
You win stupid prizes
your friends were the night that we first met
This is just a storm inside a teacup. . .
But shelter here with me, my love
Best believe I'm still bejeweled, when I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place _____
Shimmer
I think about jumping off of very tall somethings. . .
Just to see you come running
It's a love story, baby, just say yes
With your face and the beautiful eyes. . .
and the conversation with the little white lies
Like a toy chihuahua barking at me from a tiny purse. . .
That's how much it hurts
I was screaming long live all the magic we made, and bring on all the ______, I'm not afraid
Pretenders
Hello, Mr. perfectly fine, how's your heart after breaking mine?
Mr. always in the right place at the right time, baby
And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want. . .
Just not home
Take me to the lakes where. . .
All the poets went to die
Got me dreaming 'bout a driveway with. . .
a basketball hoop
I'm _____ of sandcastles he destroys
Queen
Oh, block it all out, the voices so loud sayin' "Why did you let her go?" Does it make you feel sad. . .
That the love that you're lookin' for is the love that you had
You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye. . .
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
Rain came pouring down when I was drowning. . .
That's when I could finally breathe
Can't you see my infamy loves company. . .
And there are no rules when you show up here, bass beat rattling the chandelier, feeling so _____ for that whole year
Gatsby
And I could see you being my addiction. . .
You can see me as a secret mission
And you call me up again just to break me like a promise. . .
So casually cruel in the name of being honest
My friends all say they know everything I'm going through
I drive down different roads. . .
But they all lead back to you