I wish I had amnesia, I wish I could forget
All the one's who hurt me so, but it hasn't happened yet.
I wish I had a chasm that I could throw my pain into.
A bottomless pit without a doubt the first to go would be you.
The first to go would be you.

I once believed in fairy tales, the White Knight and Mr. Clean,
The castle on the hillside... well I bought the whole damn thing.
But now I get the picture and it really is a shame
That love comes in bits and pieces...I don't want to play that game.
I don't want to play that game.

Turn out the lights now June, your locked up in your Ward.
Beaver shot the moon and Walley stole the neighbors Ford.
You painted on your face and you put on all yours pearls,
It's a Hollywood disgrace a lie sold to little girls.
There ae no perfect pictures.