Your scrapbook's filled with pictures   Of all your leading men   Oh baby don't put my picture   In there with them      Oh don't make us some little girl's dream   That can not ever really ever come true   Baby don't do it to me   I won't do it to you      You see all the romantic movies   You dream and take the boy's home   But when the action fades girl   You're 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 love's satisfaction   But in the morning you always end up   Settling for just lights, camera, action      In another cameo role   With some bit play you're befriending   You're gonna go broken hearted   Looking for that happy ending      Well girl you're gonna you're gonna end up   Just another lonely ticket sold   Crying alone in the theater   At the end of the show      Don't make us some little girl's dream   That can not ever really ever come true   Baby don't do it to me   I won't do it to you   Yeah, I won't do it to you