The Cars — Getting Through

I don't want to be your party doll All flaked out in Tinsel Town Circus mouth shooting all directions With TV ads that sell erections I got no clue what they want to do with you It's just getting through, getting through to you Living outside the misdemeanor Some get lost and some are screamers It's easy to tell the great pretenders They've got the broken wings and the flip-top fenders I got no clue what they want to do with you It's just getting through, getting through to you I don't want to be your suffering box Argue art and untie those knots I don't want to be your bad connection Or fit into your reality vision I got no clue what they want to do with you It's just getting through, getting through to you