No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated, to be fated
To telling only lies
But you and me ain't no movie stars
What we are is what we are
We share a bed, some lovin' and TV, yeah
And that's enough for a working man
What I am, is what I am
And I tell you babe
Well that's enough for me
Every boy wants a girl
He can trust to the very end
Baby that's you
Won't you wait but 'till then
When I see lips begging to be kissed, (stop)
I can't stop (stop)
I can't stop myself
Lighting is striking again
She's driving away
With her dim lights on
And she's making a play
She can't go wrong
She never waits to long
She's winding them down
On her clock machine
And she won't give up
'Cause she's seventeen
Prince or pauper, beggar man or thing
Play the game with every blow you bring
Dandelion don't tell no lies
Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away Dandelion
I never say anything at all
But with nothing to consider
They forget my name (ame, ame, ame)
They call me hell
They call me Stacey
They call me Her
They call me Jane
That's not my name
Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on mysteries without any clues
Workin' on our night moves