she's an artist with her makeup
blood for lips and smoke for eyes
like a chemical equation
using symmetry and lies
i'll make concessions for your attitude
but can't deal with your disguise
my oh my

cats are squealing in the ally
while she finishes her face
and her fingertips are matchsticks
carefully wrapped in gloves of lace
he must be something really special
he must have expensive taste
oh what a waste

well you're nothing like you used to be
you're as cold as then [bad word] and no one's gonna love you number one

well i heard you're making movies
and i also heard what kind
saw your picture on the flyer
at the local five and dime
you need someone's arms around you
but they never will be mine
no no no no no

well you're nothing like you used to be
gotta stare that could freeze the sun
and no one's gonna love you number one

well you're nothing like you used to be
but i hope you're having fun
cause no one's gonna love you number one