Oh, Judy do you remember me? I'm second from the left in the black hat We gave away our innocence when we were 15 And since then I've been trying to get mine back You were the cutest of the crop I was the second-biggest drinker in the whole hip flock And everybody thought we were headed for the rocks But I guess that I got lost So, take a look at these flash-lit photographs You beautiful fake Don't I look like the kind of guy you used to hate? Well, it was summer, I think, when you said to me "Let's just run away" But somewhere on that road I got married to monotony And that's what pays this wage And these tiny symbols of success Like my black chauffeur's forced friendliness Are less the spoils of spiritual wealth than symptoms of distress So, take a look at these flash-lit photographs You beautiful fake Don't I look like the kind of guy you used to hate? Now, everybody thinks it's introspectable To get up like a dog each day But you used to say, "Just shoot me baby If I ever end up that way" ♪ So, take a look at these flash-lit photographs You beautiful fake Don't I look like the kind of guy? Don't I look like the kind of guy? Now, I look like the kind of guy you used to hate