You say, "Don't look at me"
I say, "Don't look so good"
I went out in the cold to buy a paper
Pushin' every button in the elevator

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 'em from you
Always looking for a reason, looking for a cure
What can I do?
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
Must have learned that 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 'em from you
Always looking for a reason, looking for a cure
What can I do?
What can I do?
What can I do?