Paroles: Mike Doughty. Skittish / Rockity Roll. Looks.

You say you don't look at me
I say you don't look so good
I went out in the cold to buy a paper
Pushing every button in the elevator

But I know, I got my looks
And you got yours
Must have learned them
From a million stars

Oh looks
Oh man
Oh looks
Oh man

I get 'em on the bus
And I get 'em on the streets
And I get them from you
Always looking for a reason
Looking for a cure
What can I do?

I'm just so tired with you
And I wish the lights would dim
'Cause I can see what this is leading to
And it looks real grim

But I know, I got my looks
And you got yours
Guess you just weren't
What I was looking for

Oh looks
Oh man
Oh looks
Oh man

I get 'em on the bus
And I get 'em on the streets
And I get them from you
Always looking for a reason
Looking for a cure
What can I do?

What can I do?
What can I do?
What can I do?
What can I do?