the air comes off the ocean   the city smells fishy   the air is full of fish and mystery   whispering who, what, when   i am warning you i am weightless   and the wind is always shifting   so don't hang anything on me    if you ever want to see it again   i am telling you i'm different than you    think i am      and you can dangle your carrot   but i ain't gonna reach for it   cuz i need both my hands   to play my guitar   and life is a sleazy stranger   who looks vaguely familiar   flirting with a bimbo named disaster   at the end of the bar   and i am telling you that i am different    than you are      at night when you're asleep   self hatred's going to creep in    you can try to blame it on the devil   the one who's bed you sleep in    and don't tell me what they did to you   as though you had no choice   tell me, isn't that your picture?   isn't that your voice?   if you don't live what you sing about   your mirror is going to find out   oh yeah      i'd like to go to all the pretty parties   where all the pretty people go   and i ain't really all that pretty   but nobody will know   cuz everybody loves you    when you're a star   and nobody questions    what it takes to go that far   and life is a sleazy stranger   and this is his favorite bar      no i don't prefer obscurity   but i'm an idealistic girl   and i wouldn't work for you   no matter what you paid   and i may not be able    to change the whole fucking world   but i could be the million   that you never made   oh yeah      i could be the million that you never made   i could be the million that you'll never make   you're looking at the million that you'll never make