I like your weird clothes, your needy demeanor
I like your days off and your key carabiner
I like your big head, your little taut body
I like your fine threads and your ridiculous hobbies
I know you bleed glitter and you have a heart of stone
All I really want's an actor of my own
Your affected walk, your witty conversation
Your free pillow talk, the way that you seek validation
Let's go on vacation, get soft and complacent
Take home a big puppy, get mean and impatient
I know you bleed glitter and you have a heart of stone
But all I really want's an actor of my own
I say: I love Shepard, I wanna hear you say: Me too
I say: I'm free tomorrow, I wanna hear: What should we do?
I want a gym routine, self-obsessed, hardly dressed teen dream
Who cares about sunscreen and loves to make me Wilhelm scream
'Cause it sounds like applause
Maybe he'll cheat on me, but I'll forgive him when he does
I know you bleed glitter and you have a heart of stone
But all I really want's an actor of my own
The Inn in Baton Rouge
She was a late-shift waitress
With a pour heavy, now you're home on hiatus
Does she hold a candle to me?
I kissed my co-star in rehearsal anyway
(I'd like to hear that one)
