All dressed up,
ready to go out and see the town.
But left sitting alone on the couch.
Like some pretty little doll.
No one notices her anymore.
Unless her hair falls flat or her lipstick fades.
If she stood up and left then they would see the empty spot.
Every one loves to have that pretty thing to show off.
Pretty little thing.
Even kinda pretty when she pouts.
So no one cares when a tear slips down.
Just adds to her allure.
Then she sings....
"My love is like a storybook story.
But it's real as the feelings I feel.
But it's real as the feelings I feel."