Looks

[steorra]

You say you don't look at me
I say you don't look so good
I went out in the cold
To buy a paper
Pushing every button in the elevator

But I know
I got my looks
And you got yours
Must have learned them
From a million stars
Oh looks
Oh man
Oh looks
Oh man

I get 'em on the bus
And I get 'em on the streets
And I get them from you
Always looking for a reason
Looking for a cure
What can I do
I'm just so tired of you

And I wish the lights would dim
'Cause I can see what this is leading to
And it looks real grim

But I know
I got my looks
And you got yours
Guess you just weren't
What I was looking for
Oh looks
Oh man
Oh looks
Oh man

I get 'em on the bus
And I get 'em on the streets
And I get them from you
Always looking for a reason
Looking for a cure
What can I do
What can I do
What can I do
What can I do
What can I do

- Mike Doughty