i've got lipstick on my front teeth
i'm full of pills but i don't feel good yet
tied up running out of good luck
eyeliner tears are running down my neck

make up, chewing gum and hair spray
i know tomorrow's gonna taste like this
wrap the world up in a suitcase
and there's a million want to shake my fist

there's a world in front of me
i know tomorrow's gonna taste like cake
there's easy money for the freaks
a million friends that don't know what my name is

i could be flavor of the weekend
i smell like roses and i taste like cake
wake up sleeping on the pavement
everybody needs a friend down there

i don't really want to leave
i know tomorrow's gonna taste like cake
there's easy money for the freaks
there's television on but who cares anyway?

there's a world in front of me
i know tomorrow's gonna taste like cake
there's easy money for the freaks
a million friends that don't know what my name is

i don't really want to leave
i know tomorrow's gonna taste like cake
there's easy money for the freaks
there's television on but who cares anyway?

Writer : RICHARD BUTLER, RICHARD FORTUS
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group