Pretty People -

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 drugs 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 drugs 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 drugs 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