STD

Lyrics: "STD" by Alyssa Bentley, Josh Deane, & Curt Gibbs
© 2010

VERSE 1

I see you hangin out with that cosmo drink in your hand.
You’re covered head to toe in the latest designer brand.
You wear your Raybans in the club,
Why not just close your eyes?
You could’ve simply asked, and we’d’ve gone and turned down the lights.

Pre-Chorus

You think that all eyes are on you, Like the whole world is your stage.
Everyone’s trying not to let you know you’re not Jimmy Page.
You think that your looks get you chased, when all mere mortals see your face.
Truth be told, you won’t confess.
What a beautiful mess.

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Wrapped up in your vanity,
Like who you think you should be.
I’m not buying anything that you’ve got on display.
Following the current thing,
It’s a temporary fling.
Yet another victim of a socially transmitted disease.

VERSE 2

Put on your holy face and hit the new church of the week.
Then went to hang out with VanGogh,
Rubbed shoulders with the chic.
You memorized the words so I can watch you sing along.
If you really liked that band, you’d know they never play that song.

Pre-Chorus 2

You’re always posing in your head, you’re ready for your photo op.
Your appetite is being fed, but there’s no chance for photoshop.
You tried so hard to be discreet, but everyone saw you were skin deep.
Your smile may have fooled the press.
What a beautiful mess.

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BRIDGE

I’d like to think that I’m not subject to this promenade,
Sometimes I find I’m acting just like you.
(Repeat)

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