There's a million girl in magazines Those lipstick bathing beauty queens, uh huh But you don't see 'em, do you dear? And there's a waitress with a sweet tattoo She's gorgeous and in love with you, uh huh But you don't really care 'Cause you're living in the age Of me and all my stupid blunders I found a palace in your bed What a lonely reign I sit upon this throne and wonder Who is the subject at my steps? Your friends keep trying to take you out And show you what the world's about, uh huh But you don't even try And there's the smartest girl who writes you letters She's love to get to know you better But you can't seem to find the time 'Cause you're swimming in the wake Of a riptide love that pulled you under And now you're drifting out at sea What a lonely reign I sit upon my throne and wonder What is the siren song I sing? Now I'll never be your queen Rule your galaxy or be your everything And someone'll wear your ring But it's not me No it's not me And still you're living in the age Of me and all my stupid blunders I found a palace in your bed What a lonely reign I sit upon this throne and wonder Who is the subject at my steps?