Songtext von Corina

You're too vain, you're insane You think the world will stop turning 'cause you ain't around Blind eyes, cheap lines You got the whole band playing But you don't hear the sound Your venom pen Will never poison me I won't be sticking round that long Corina, what's this talk of glory Between the sheets in halls of fame Corina, just a hard luck story Bratpack fever Running through your brain Your fast cars, rock stars You were seen at the party But you weren't even there False name, the same game Somebody's minding your business You don't even care You think it's all Some kind of circus ride You think that someone's Keeping score