Yeah, hope you have a lonely life
Yeah, hope you have a lonely life
A high heel stumble home from the gala
With your gurney bag clutched to your chest
Hanging on the arm of the guy
Who sewed you into your new dress
Ooh, it's a tragedy
So completely, it's almost greek
And if I was to be hard-pressed
I'd lie and say I could not care less
Yeah, hope you have a lonely life
Yeah, hope you have a lonely life
A lonely life
One red carpet bleeds into another
You're stained and won't rub off
Lining up to get under your covers
The boys with white belts snouts for the trough
Ooh, it's a tragedy
So completely, I'm barely me
And if I was to be hard-pressed
I'd lie and say I am not obsessed
Yeah, hope you have a lonely life
A lonely life
Yeah, hope you have a lonely life
Yeah, hope you have a lonely life
Yeah, hope you have a lonely life
Yeah, hope you have a lonely life
A lonely life
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
