she's an artist with her makeup   blood for lips and smoke for eyes   like a chemical equation   using symmetry and lies   i'll make concessions for your attitude   but can't deal with your disguise   my oh my      cats are squealing in the alley   while she finishes her face   and her fingertips are matchsticks   carefully wrapped in gloves of lace   he must be something really special   he must have expensive taste   oh what a waste      well you're nothing like you used to be   you're as cold as they can come   and no one's gonna love you, number one      well i heard you're making movies   and i also heard what kind   saw your picture on the flyer   at the local five and dime   you need someone's arms around you   but they never will be mine   no no no no no      well you're nothing like you used to be   gotta stare that could freeze the sun   and no one's gonna love you number one      well you're nothing like you used to be   but i hope you're having fun   cause no one's gonna love you, number one