I found America hiding in the corner of my wallet
  It's a well kept secret, thought that I had better swallow it
  Before they make me spit out the truth
  Before they find you're lying about your youth
  B movie, that's all you are to me
  Just a soft soap story
  Don't want the woman to adore me
  You can't stand it when it goes from real to reel
  Too real too real
  You can't stand it when I throw punch lines you can feel
  
  All the time, there's a rule book in Brittania
  That no one ever waives
  And everybody's on the make
  It's not your heart I want to break
  
  Turn out the lights
  I'm thinking that I want to go to sleep now
  Just give me a promise that I'm supposed to keep now
  I don't want some fool asking me why
  When I find you're finally making me cry