Carrie's a cold one, colder than the winter sun

I should warn you, you better dress for it

And I'm not the only one that thinks so

Beauty is skin deep, and yes, she is thick-skinned

But what's that for virtue?



(chorus)

You want her to say some, say something, say anything,

Or say nothing at all...

Say some, say something, say anything,

Or say nothing at all...



She's browsing for postcards, staring back at the covergirls on the magazines

Even the clerk is checking her out

She's unaware that she owns the scene

Though everyone goes out of their way for her

And all her life reads like some fairy tale

But her world is so frail

What did I tell you, she never looks out her window to see the setting sun

You tell her the skies are blue, she'll say the storms will come

Because every day is rain, every day is rain...