So you're letting me go to play that Mr. Rock and Roll.
I hope the girls you meet are pretty, smart clever, and super skinny.
You know they'll fall for you so fast, Mr. Backstage Pass.
But you'll never follow through.
So I'll put a little more make up on.
Be Miss Outgoing, Miss So-Moved-On.
Here's to hoping that I don't get screwed again.
I'm gonna find a boy who loves me, respects everything about me.
Then I might as well just marry him.
But it's good to know I'm still your source of inspiration.
Just promise me you won't put words in my mouth.
Because you have absolutely no clue what I'm feeling.
Go have your fun Mr. Rock and Roll.
But don't call me baby, I'm not your baby anymore.
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