Mary Lou-Bruce Springsteen

Your scrapbook's filled with pictures of all your leading men Well baby don't me picture in there with them Don't make me some little girl's dream that can never come true Oh baby, don't do it to me I won't do it to you Mary Lou, I'm not like all those other guys Mary Lou, I won't fill pretty head with their pretty lies Mary Lou, and dreams that never, never, never ever will come true Mary Lou, I don't deserve to hurt and make you cry like you do You seen all the romantic movies You dream to take the boys home But when the action fades you're left all alone You deserve more than this, oh your love that can grow And not playing outtakes, girl, from some late-late show, no no Mary Lou, you're not like all those others girls Mary Lou, so afraid to shake up that real world Every night you go out lookin' for true love's satisfaction But you'll end up setting for just lights, camera, action In another cameo role with some bit-player you befriended You're gonna go broken-hearted lookin' for that happy ending Mary Lou, I know all those movies too Mary Lou, now one wants the dreams, baby, more than I do But Mary Lou, you're gonna end up baby just another ticket stub Mary Lou, cryin' alone in the theatre as the credits roll