Looks

Looks - Mike Doughty

Written by：Mike Doughty

You say you don't look at me

I say you don't look so good

I went out in the cold to buy a paper

Pushing every button in the elevator

But I know I got my looks

And you got yours

Must have learned them

From a million stars

Oh looks

Oh man

Oh looks

Oh man

I get them on the bus

And I get them on the streets

And I get them from you

Always looking for a reason

Looking for a cure

What can I do

I'm just so tired of you

And I wish the lights would dim

I can see what this is leading to

And it looks real grim

But I know I got my looks

And you got yours

Guess you just weren't

What I was looking for

Oh looks

Oh man

Oh looks

Oh man

I get them on the bus

And I get them on the street

And I get them from you

Always looking for a reason

Looking for a cure

What can I do

What can I do

What can I do

What can I do

What can I do