Baby you got me all wrong.
And maybe Im not at all down and out.
Im high and Im in.
Dont you know who I am.
Im the jaded one with pop insensitivity.
When I finish struggling,
We can make our way to the dance floor and stand like strangers in an elevator
Stuck between stories.
I always find myself in the middle of your stories.
With the cameras as a witness I will suffer.
Everything I do is wrong.
But by god I do it right.

We dont dance no no no.
We got class.
No we dont have any fun at all.
Its the new style and we know it.
Were not stunning, were just stunned and were lying for a living.
Dont you know who I am.
Im the real thing with low-key sensibilities.
I dont need what Ive got half as much as everyone covets it.
If loving me is wrong, then god damn you do it right, it turns us on to turn you down.