I found America hiding in the corner of my wallet    It's a well kept secret, thought that I had better swallow it    Before they make me spit out the truth    Before they find you're lying about your youth    B movie, that's all you are to me    Just a soft soap story    Don't want the woman to adore me    You can't stand it when it goes from real to reel    Too real too real    You can't stand it when I throw punch lines you can feel       All the time, there's a rule book in Brittania    That no one ever waives    And everybody's on the make    It's not your heart I want to break       Turn out the lights    I'm thinking that I want to go to sleep now    Just give me a promise that I'm supposed to keep now    I don't want some fool asking me why    When I find you're finally making me cry