| Like fortune and fame promised in a glass of champagne, |
| What you see ain’t real. (2x) |
| Above the talk few can hear |
| So hold your breath and sing, |
| They’re waiting feel something, but no surprises, please. |
| Take the mic and be what they came for. |
| (VERSE 1) |
| Strapped-up, lipstick |
| Gotta go, there’s my cue. |
| One of these days |
| I’ll teach ‘em a thing or two. |
| The things I’d say would have very little to do |
| With love’s heartbreaks |
| But something might be broken, baby, when I’m through |
| (CHORUS) |
| No, keep it cool |
| And give them an illusion |
| Oh, keep i cool |
| And give them an illusion (2x) |
| (VERSE 2) |
| Flick my wrist, there it is |
| Check out my sassafrass |
| In the name of good fun |
| Don’t be too sure of that |
| If less is more, give ‘em abundant supplies |
| It’s not all their fault |
| But it’s amazing what keeps ‘em satisfied. |
| (CHORUS) |
| (BRIDGE) |
| Oh, if your head keeps spinning |
| One of these days you just might see the world |
| Or at least think you did |
| How’d you get so lucky |
| Less is more |
| You’re overflowing, that’s for sure. |
| Time to feel something, there’s your cue. |