Saturday night in another motel
Staring at some old tattoos and crying
Can you walk that walk? Can you talk that deal?
Maybe I can make you feel like dying

When you put your money on the sheet
And you fall in love and life is sweet as it can be
No, I don't believe in anyone so I make believe
That everyone is trés Jolie, trés Jolie

Everywhere in the universe
Worlds collide and come to an end
I don't want to be beautiful
I don't want to wake up again
I want to touch the moon

You got two left feet and a musical ear
And a bodyguard standing over there whose flying
And she's all dressed up in a leotard
Is she old enough? Are you getting hard? I'm dying

It's a lot of work for a little crime
Just being born means doing time and doing me
No, I don't believe in anything so I make believe
That everything is trés joke, trés Jolie

Everywhere in the universe
Worlds collide and come to an end
I don't want to be beautiful
I don't want to wake up again

Everywhere in the universe
Worlds collide and come to an end
I don't want to be beautiful
I don't want to wake up again
I want to touch the moon