Saturday night, all alone
Lookin' for some thrills
Try to catch the bands last song
Back stage pass really showin' out
Feel that’s where I belong
Sittin' down, all the big stars at the bar
I really have a rock vocation
Momopemania, schizophrenia
Rise to any situation
Of old lost love, where will you go
When the show is over
Nobody wants to know
We need to feel something that’s real
'Cause you’re losin' from the start
So be careful with your heart
Papa’s in the next bed and they’re dancing cheek to cheek
And I understand their hot wire conversation
Yes, you’re pretty, who needs a pretty face
With a hot lips reputation