Splitsville - Pretty People lyrics

Pretty people on the TV Irritate the hell out of me Still I wish that I could be one too All this time spent dwelling on them Jealous even of their problems Must be lovely being so obtuse Some call this progress Tell me what d** are they on 'Til you find the one you want You don't need to love no-one Pretty people may seem tempting When they sing of happy endings But they're always first to come unglued Little pop star, young and vapid Read your interview and laughed at All the stupid things you think are true Some call this progress Tell me what d** are they on 'Til you find the one you want You don't need to love no-one Pretty people drive me crazy Andi hates the lyric "baby" Baby it's just part of what we do Some call this progress Tell me what d** are they on 'Til you find the one you want You don't need to love no-one Tell me your secrets Tell me I'm the only one When you find the one you want You don't really love no-one