Hey mary, you're quite a pretender
And I'm sure it's gonna get you far
You suited up and took em all to court
Just to show them who's the goddamn star
You drive me out of my mind
Pretty little sunshine
Light headed, dancin'
On the edge of the knife

Hey jenny, I love your conspiracy
I'm sure they got a file on you
They tapped into your wire, and traced down
Every single life you ever lead
They got you hooked on, nailed down
Locked up in a cellar
They pinned a number on you

See just because, you're paranoid, doesn't
Mean that they're not after you
You blow me away