Ring, Ring, Ring

Your name was in everyone's contacts
The phone at your place wouldn't stop going ring, ring, ring
There was no cocktail, party, dinner, or premiere you missed
Nights at Bocaccio, and off to Gijón for vermouth
Too bad now, when they knock on your door, you see
The landlord asking for the rent for the eighth time

The dream merchant is dead
The prince charming was a fraud
The last lover took off
And the next one, babe, no
It won't be me

Now that everything's falling apart, now that the end is near
Stop with the Valium, don’t try to be Marilyn
There might still be something you can do
This is a supermarket, what do you have to sell?
You’ll have to say yes to offers you once turned down
It’s clearance time, there will always be a buyer

The dream merchant is dead
The prince charming was a fraud
The last lover took off
And the next one, babe, no
It won't be me

Cut the crap, come on, queen, move it
Run if you don’t want to miss that train too

The dream merchant is dead
The prince charming was a fraud
The last lover took off
And the next one, babe, no
It won't be me