CORINA

Youíre too vain, youíre insane
You think the world will stop turning
ĎCause you ainít around


Blind eyes, cheap lines
You got the whole band playing
But you donít hear the sound
Your venom pen
Will never poison me
I wonít be sticking round that long


Corina, whatís this talk of glory
Between the sheets in halls of fame
Corina, just a hard luck story
Bratpack fever
Running through your brain


Your fast cars, rock stars
You were seen at the party
But you werenít even there


False name, the same game
Somebodyís minding your business
You donít even care
You think itís all
Some kind of circus ride
You think that someoneís
Keeping score