Looks

You say you don't look at me
I say you don't look so good.
I went out in the cold to buy a paper
Pushing every button in the elevator.

But I know I got my looks
And you got yours.
Must have learned them
From a million stars.

Oh looks,
Oh man.
Oh looks,
Oh man.

I get 'em on the bus
And I get 'em on the streets
And I get 'em from you.
Always looking for a reason
Looking for a cure.
What can I do?
I'm just so tired of you.

And I wish the lights would dim
'cause I can see what this is leading to
And it looks real grim.

But I know I got my looks
And you got yours.
Guess you just weren't
What I was looking for.

Oh looks,
Oh man.
Oh looks,
Oh man

I get 'em on the bus
And I get 'em on the street
And I get 'em from you.
Always looking for a reason
Looking for a cure.

What can I do?
What can I do?
What can I do?
What can I do?
What can I do?