She is a movie star
Who do you think you are?
She is an architect
She hasn’t found it yet
She's got a stick and poke
Caught in your secondhand, secondhand, secondhand joke
She is a movie star
Who do you think you are?

I couldn’t take no more
There was always something
Nothing I did was right
So I just did nothing
And that was even worse
I wanted to be alone
I told her way too late
And she hung up the phone

Just give a little word about who you are
And they’ll let you off, they’re sure to let you off
Just give a little word about who you are
And they’ll let you off, they’re sure to let you off
Just give
Just give

I’m not bitter at all
I gave all that I could
Would I do it again?
Oh man, you bet I would
She loved me at my worst
and I revered her at her best
She looked all black and white
I couldn’t see the rest

Some things are better left unsaid even though they’re true
I said “you look a lot better without makeup on,” she said “it’s not for you”
If you’re gonna crack an egg, I might as well slurp the yolk
‘Cause I’m the cigarette butt of your secondhand joke
Of your secondhand, secondhand, secondhand joke
Of your secondhand, secondhand, secondhand joke
Of your secondhand, secondhand, secondhand joke
Of your secondhand, secondhand, secondhand joke

Just give a little word about who you are
And they’ll let you off, they’re sure to let you off
Just give a little word about who you are
And they’ll let you off, they’re sure to let you off