She was nonplussed, standing at the newsstand (she doesn't understand) But all the stories seemed to be known beforehand (she just can't understand) She always plays the same tape when she goes to bed And sings along the lullaby inside her head She always wears makeup to really go nowhere And she talks when nobody is there Her best friend is but an old and apathetic cat (she doesn't mind about that) When they announced the wedding, She rushed out the door and spat (she did mind about that) She hates following soap operas But just can't help it She goes to places, Then she sits down to yelp it Solitary dinners had by candle light As she enjoys every saturday night Yes, perfection is but a word The illusion of a gaoled bird Whose cage just isn't there No, it's not beyond the reach of sight There's no tunnel at whose end there's light But it is no reason for despair It's growing up No why to be scared He was boycotting another us-sponsored event (he said he knew what it meant) His landlord's just come over And asked for the rent (the money was misspent) His old man was given life without parole His son is really into playing rock and roll His wife's gone and left behind but her scent There are things one just can't prevent [chorus] You trust your friends But they are never there in need (is it a matter of creed?) The rose is really pretty But the thorns can make you bleed (it sometimes hurts indeed) You can't stand living in that noisy street You think your boss is nice, But maybe a bit too sweet Your neighbours' grass is not so greener after all