Corina - Uriah Heep

Youre too vain, youre insane

You think the world will stop turning

cause you aint around

Blind eyes, cheap lines

You got the whole band playing

But you dont hear the sound

Your venom pen

Will never poison me I wont be sticking round that long

Corina, whats this talk of glory

Between the sheets in halls of fame

Corina, just a hard luck story

Bratpack fever

Running through your brain

Your fast cars, rock stars

You were seen at the party

But you werent even there

False name, the same game

Somebodys minding your business

You dont even care

You think its all

Some kind of circus ride

You think that someones

Keeping score