Your scrapbook's filled with pictures

Of all your leading men

Well baby don't me picture in there with them

Don't make me some little girl's dream

That can never come true

Oh baby, don't do it to me

I won't do it to you



Mary lou, i'm not like all those other guys

Mary lou, i won't fill pretty head with their pretty lies

Mary lou, and dreams that never, never, never ever will

Come true

Mary lou, i don't deserve to hurt and make you cry like

You do



You seen all the romantic movies

You dream to take the boys home

But when the action fades you're left all alone

You deserve more than this, oh your love that can grow

And not playing outtakes, girl, from some late-late show,

No no

Mary lou, you're not like all those others girls

Mary lou, so afraid to shake up that real world



Every night you go out lookin' for

True love's satisfaction

But you'll end up setting for just lights, camera, action

In another cameo role with some bit-player you befriended

You're gonna go broken-hearted

Lookin' for that happy ending



Mary lou, i know all those movies too

Mary lou, now one wants the dreams, baby, more than i do

But mary lou, you're gonna end up

Baby just another ticket stub

Mary lou, cryin' alone in the theatre

As the credits roll