Everyone wants to be part of the scene
See themselves pretty in a magazine
So when my life didn't reach a snikeable
Out of corners and cracks
They came along
And that's the story from the years that came
Everyone wants to be part of the shame
What a tragedy, what a glamorous scene
Write it in a book or a magazine
A magazine

A magazine
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Open up to read about a murder
Look at the pretty lipstick shades
And that's just how you made your Frank Sinatra
On the paper-thin walls of a magazine
You picked up and paid for, yeah
But who knows what you're really bound to be
You put the pages on your mirror
Another sob story, yeah
But it will never fill you up
Just like the way you always hoped about to be
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Dream a dream she looks like Madonna
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Or find a Jesus of your own
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Or something different just made for your cover
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
No religion is fit for a magazine
You picked up and paid for, yeah
But who knows what you're really bound to be
You put the pages on your mirror
Another sob story, yeah
But it will never fill you up
Just like the way you always hoped about to be
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
So you read it in a magazine
And I had seen the things I'd never dreamed
Read it in a book or a magazine
A magazine
A magazine
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I'll see you next time.