Lyrics

Saturday night in another motel Staring at some old tattoos and crying Can you walk that walk? Can you talk that deal? Maybe I can make you feel like dying When you put your money on the sheet And you fall in love and life is sweet as it can be No, I don't believe in anyone so I make believe That everyone is trés Jolie, trés Jolie Everywhere in the universe Worlds collide and come to an end I don't want to be beautiful I don't want to wake up again I want to touch the moon You got two left feet and a musical ear And a bodyguard standing over there whose flying And she's all dressed up in a leotard Is she old enough? Are you getting hard? I'm dying It's a lot of work for a little crime Just being born means doing time and doing me No, I don't believe in anything so I make believe That everything is trés joke, trés Jolie Everywhere in the universe Worlds collide and come to an end I don't want to be beautiful I don't want to wake up again Everywhere in the universe Worlds collide and come to an end I don't want to be beautiful I don't want to wake up again I want to touch the moon