Baby you got me all wrong. And maybe I’m not at all down and out.
I’m high and I’m in. Don’t you know who I am?
I’m the jaded one with pop insensitivity.
When I finish struggling, we can make our way to the dance floor
And stand like strangers in an elevator stuck between stories.
I always find myself in the middle of your stories.
With the cameras as a witness I will suffer.
Everything I do is wrong. But by god I do it right.
We don’t dance no no no. We got class. No we don’t have any fun at all.
It’s the new style and we know it.
We’re not stunning, we’re just stunned and we’re lying for a living.
Don’t you know who I am? I’m the real thing with low-key sensibilities.
I don’t need what I’ve got half as much as everyone covets it.
If loving me is wrong, then god damn you do it right, it turns us on to turn you down.
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