Your scrapbook's filled with pictures   Of all your leading men   Well baby don't me picture in there with them   Don't make me some little girl's dream   That can never come true   Oh baby, don't do it to me   I won't do it to you      Mary lou, I'm not like all those other guys   Mary lou, I won't fill pretty head with their pretty lies   Mary lou, and dreams that never, never, never ever will   Come true   Mary lou, I don't deserve to hurt and make you cry like   You do      You seen all the romantic movies   You dream to take the boys home   But when the action fades you're left all alone   You deserve more than this, oh your love that can grow   And not playing outtakes, girl, from some late-late show,   No no   Mary lou, you're not like all those others girls   Mary lou, so afraid to shake up that real world      Every night you go out lookin' for   True love's satisfaction   But you'll end up setting for just lights, camera, action   In another cameo role with some bit-player you befriended   You're gonna go broken-hearted   Lookin' for that happy ending      Mary lou, I know all those movies too   Mary lou, now one wants the dreams, baby, more than I do   But mary lou, you're gonna end up   Baby just another ticket stub   Mary lou, cryin' alone in the theatre   As the credits roll