Looks - Mike Doughty

You’re saying don’t look at me

I say you don’t look so good

I went out in the cold to buy a paper

Pushing every button in the elevator

But I know

I got my looks

And you got yours

Must have learned them

From a million stars

Oh looks

Oh, man

Oh looks

Oh, man

I get 'em on the bus

And I get 'em on the streets

And I get 'em from you

I was looking for a reason

Looking for a cure

What can I do

I’m just so tired with you

And I wish the lights would dim

Cause I can see what this is leading to

And it looks real grim

But I know

I got my looks

And you got yours

Guess you just weren’t what I was looking for

Oh looks

Oh, man

Oh looks

Oh, man

I get 'em on the bus

And I get 'em on the streets

And I get 'em from you

I was looking for a reason

Looking for a cure

What can I do

What can I do

What can I do

What can I do

What can I do