Your scrapbook's filled with pictures Of all your leading men Oh baby don't put my picture In there with them Oh don't make us some little girl's dream That can not ever really ever come true Baby don't do it to me I won't do it to you You see all the romantic movies You dream and take the boy's home But when the action fades girl You're left there all alone ----------? ----------? ----------? ---------to see the late late show ----------? --------do it? --------to him to her? ---make you cry like you do girl Now every night you go out looking For true love's satisfaction But in the morning you always end up Settling for just lights, camera, action In another cameo role With some bit play you're befriending You're gonna go broken hearted Looking for that happy ending Well girl you're gonna you're gonna end up Just another lonely ticket sold Crying alone in the theater At the end of the show Don't make us some little girl's dream That can not ever really ever come true Baby don't do it to me I won't do it to you Yeah, I won't do it to you
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