You're a rock n roll girl
girl of the rock n roll man
and you follow him
into the spotlight
down the red carpets
getting all the glare
and none of the warmth
You go to the parties
seeking company of some kind
the kind you don't find at home
anymore
and you guess he's doing
the same thing
though you never ask
And so you pretend
pretend you are shiny and new
and you smile for the cameras and still
dye your hair
even though he stopped noticing
after he got in the rags
It's true that
you don't really know
why you're in this anymore
but you're a rock n roll girl
and you just aren't sure
if you could ever be
anything else now
Though you know
that the fans, well,
they all hate you and shout
that you're a shameless slut and a bitch
and don't deserve whatever it is
they think you're getting
What were your dreams
before you were swallowed up
in the game,
in the papers and the scandals,
in his eyes,
the ones that never seem to be
looking at you anymore?
What did you hope for yourself
before you met him,
before he made it,
before it all went to shit?
You rock n roll girl
living the dream
waking with red eyes
in an empty bed,
the one you made
thinking you would never stop
being happy.
