Talk of the town, you’ve been around
If he is the man you want then you’ll go
But tonight we’ll leave all our lovers behind
And try to live a quiet life.
My love has dressed me like a clown.

You are an ass, a snake in the grass
Vanity seeps from out your pores,
And baby it’s time to pay for my crime.
Nothing I’d say could make you mine.
Either sing it in key or run into me.
I can fake it as good as you.