Sucette

Black leather in the basement
Said I look like Françoise Hardy
Things were swept and I was stoned
Oh, man, it was a party
In the mirror crossed the room, watched you pick out a tune
Fumbled once and then you found it
I was astounded

I won't say sucette
I'm not your fool
Some pretty thing to dress or silly girl to school
You may flatter me and yet in your kindness you were cruel
No, I will not say sucette
No, I will not play your fool

Hey, doll, won't you dance for me?
Dance for me
One day I'll come clean
I'll come clean
'Till then, make up your face for me
Won't you please?
Keep all the boys smiling, cackling

Who said you can act like that?
And I guess you'll get your laughs on the backs of the flowers yet to bloom
She's a rose now; bent and faded
Gets it, but she's jaded
Everything's so complicated