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 Your scrapbook's filled with pictures of all your leading men Well baby don't put my picture in there with them Don't make us some little girl's dream that can't ever come true That only serves to hurt and make you cry like you do Well baby don't do it to me and I won't do it to you You see all the romantic movies, you dream and take the boys home But when the action fades you're left all alone You deserve better than this, little girl, can't you see that you do Do you need somebody to prove it to you? Well you prove it to me and I'll prove it to you Now every night you go out looking for true love's satisfaction But in the morning you end up settling for just lights, camera, action And another cameo role with some bit player you're befriending You're gonna go broken-hearted looking for that happy ending Well girl you're gonna end up just another lonely ticket sold Cryin' alone in the theater as the credits roll You say I'll be like those other guys Who filled your head with pretty lies And dreams that can never come true Well baby you be true to me And I'll be true to you
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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