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 You're scrapbook's filled with pictures of all your leading men Well baby don't put my picture in there with them Don't make us some little girl's dream that can never come true Oh baby don't do it to me I won't do it to you Mary Lou, I'm not like all those other guys Mary Lou, I won't fill your pretty head with their pretty lies Mary Lou, and dreams that never, never, never ever will come true Mary Lou, that'd only serve to hurt and make you cry like you do You've seen all the romantic movies, you dream and take the boys home But when the action fades you're left all alone You deserve more than this, a real love that can grow And I ain't playin' outtakes, girl, from some late late show, no Mary Lou, you're not like all those others girls Mary Lou, so afraid to shake up that real world Every night you go out looking for true love's satisfaction But you allways end up setting for just lights, camera, action And another cameo role with some bit player you're befriending You're gonna go broken-hearted looking for that happy ending Mary Lou, I've seen all those movies too Mary Lou, I know the hurt too much dreaming can do Mary Lou, you're gonna end up just another lonely ticket sold Mary Lou, crying alone in the theatre as the credits roll Let's go
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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