(Don Breithaupt)

Pretty little loner at the backstage door
Second guessing ’bout the dress she wore
Lining her head with dangerous dreams
About the headliner hiding just behind the scenes

Just wanna be
Just wanna be
Anyone but me
Just wanna be
Just wanna be
Anything he wants me to be
Just wanna be
Just wanna be
Anybody new
Anything you can do
Anything mister that you can do

All of the girls are going home from the show
But the pink baby’s sinking to an all-time low
She’s got the moves, she’s on the right track
She’s gonna give the man something that she’ll never get back

Sick city in the February sun
Take a shower little flower, your long night’s done