You wouldn't know a good man if you fell over one
Now you know what you had but now that man has gone

Well it's all skin deep and echo empty
It's all based on looks and style
You just go with what's the fancy
Nothin's based on anything that's real

Well me, I see you crying.
You've got your head down in your hands.
Now that man has gone.

Have you learned your lesson? Did it go over your head?
Should I paint a picture; in your empty bed


Well it's all skin deep and echo empty
It's all based on looks and style
You just go with what's the fancy
Nothin's based on anything that's real
well I'm not to blame, no I'm not to blame