text: Your scrapbooks filled with pictures
  Of all your leading men
  Oh baby dont put my picture
  In there with them
  Oh dont make us some little girls dream
  That can not ever really ever come true
  Baby dont do it to me
  I wont do it to you
  You see all the romantic movies
  You dream and take the boys home
  But when the action fades girl
  Youre left there all alone
  ----------?
  ----------?
  ----------?
  ---------to see the late late show
  ----------?
  --------do it?
  --------to him to her?
  ---make you cry like you do girl
  Now every night you go out looking
  For true loves satisfaction
  But in the morning you always end up
  Settling for just lights, camera, action
  In another cameo role
  With some bit play youre befriending
  Youre gonna go broken hearted
  Looking for that happy ending
  Well girl youre gonna youre gonna end up
  Just another lonely ticket sold
  Crying alone in the theater
  At the end of the show
  Dont make us some little girls dream
  That can not ever really ever come true
  Baby dont do it to me
  I wont do it to you
  Yeah, I wont do it to you