Corina

You're too vain, you're insane

You think the world will stop turning

'Cause you ain't aroundBlind eyes, cheap lines

You got the whole band playing

But you don't hear the sound

Your venom pen

Will never poison me

I won't be sticking round that longCorina, what's this talk of glory

Between the sheets in halls of fame

Corina, just a hard luck story

Bratpack fever

Running through your brainYour fast cars, rock stars

You were seen at the party

But you weren't even there

Songwriters

M. BOX, P. LANZON, B. SHAWPublished by

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