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