| You’re scrapbook’s filled with pictures of all your leading men
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| Well baby don’t put my picture in there with them
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| Don’t make us some little girl’s dream that can never come true
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| Oh baby don’t do it to me I won’t do it to you
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| Mary Lou, I’m not like all those other guys
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| Mary Lou, I won’t fill your pretty head with their pretty lies
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| Mary Lou, and dreams that never, never, never ever will come true
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| Mary Lou, that’d only serve to hurt and make you cry like you do You’ve seen all the romantic movies, you dream and take the boys home
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| But when the action fades you’re left all alone
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| You deserve more than this, a real love that can grow
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| And I ain’t playin' outtakes, girl, from some late late show, no Mary Lou, you’re not like all those others girls
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| Mary Lou, so afraid to shake up that real world
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| Every night you go out looking for true love’s satisfaction
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| But you allways end up setting for just lights, camera, action
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| And another cameo role with some bit player you’re befriending
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| You’re gonna go broken-hearted looking for that happy ending
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| Mary Lou, I’ve seen all those movies too
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| Mary Lou, I know the hurt too much dreaming can do Mary Lou, you’re gonna end up just another lonely ticket sold
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| Mary Lou, crying alone in the theatre as the credits roll |