(INTRO)
Like fortune and fame promised in a glass of champagne,
What you see ain't real. (2x)
Above the talk few can hear
So hold your breath and sing,
They're waiting feel something, but no surprises, please.
Take the mic and be what they came for.
(VERSE 1)
Strapped-up, lipstick
Gotta go, there's my cue.
One of these days
I'll teach 'em a thing or two.
The things I'd say would have very little to do
With love's heartbreaks
But something might be broken, baby, when I'm through
(CHORUS)
No, keep it cool
And give them an illusion
Oh, keep i cool
And give them an illusion (2x)
(VERSE 2)
Flick my wrist, there it is
Check out my sassafrass
In the name of good fun
Don't be too sure of that
If less is more, give 'em abundant supplies
It's not all their fault
But it's amazing what keeps 'em satisfied.
(CHORUS)
(BRIDGE)
Oh, if your head keeps spinning
One of these days you just might see the world
Or at least think you did
How'd you get so lucky
Less is more
You're overflowing, that's for sure.
Time to feel something, there's your cue.
