I saw somebody who reminded me of you
Before you got afraid
I wish that you could have stayed that way

I saw a little girl, I stopped and smiled at her
She screamed and ran away
It happens to me more and more these days

And these songs that you sing,
Do they mean anything to the people you're singing them to
People like you

I saw a photograph : a woman in a bath of hundred-dollar bills
If the cold doesn't kill her money will

I read a magazine, it said by seventeen your life is at an end
I'm dead and I'm perfectly content

And these songs that I sing,
Do they mean anything to the people I'm singing them to
People like you

hummmmm

And these songs that we sing,
Do they mean anything to the people we're singing them to
Tonight they do