It always goes like thisCould've predicted itI'm so naive to think you loved meFor meKissed as I ran off stageYou're too old to play this gameGuess you're still growing up at thirtyOhWere you surprised by me when you took me homeYou took a star to bed,woke up with me insteadYoumust have felt so damn deceivedwhen you made up a version of memehome When the glamour wore off,reducedto skinI'm a goddess on stage,human when we're alone.