P.S. Lyrics

I can't make real life
as good as television.
One she wants and one she will,
and I can't pick a position.
I set the VCR to recome, rewind and fast-forward.
I cut out the bad parts,
I don't want to watch anything that hurts
anything more
I can't build real love out of paper cuts and plastic,
couldn't decide what to give,
so I left you the facts and that's it.
Now you know what's in me,
and how to go from girl to steel.

I set the VCR to recome, rewind and fast-forward.
I cut out the bad parts,
I dont want to watch anything that hurts
anything more