(We are, we are, we are.)

L.

(C)A.

on a Sat ur day night in the sum mer, sun down and they all come (Ab)out.

Lam bor ghi nis and their rent ed Hum mers, the par ty’s on so they’re head ing down (C)town.

Ev ’ry bod y’s look ing for a come up, and they want to know what you’re a (Ab)bout.

Me in the mid dle with the one I love and we’re just tryin’ to fig ure ev ’ry thing (C)out.

We don’t fit in well ’cause we are just our selves.

I could use some help get ting out of this con ver sa tion, yeah.

You look stun ning, dear, so don’t ask that ques tion here.

This is my on ly fear: that we be come

beau ti ful ple.

Drop top, de sign er clothes, front row at fash ion shows.

“What d’you do and who d’you know?” In side the world of beau ti ful peo ple.

Cham pagne and rolled up notes, pre nups and bro ken homes.

Sur round ed but still a lone, let’s leave the par ty.

That’s not (C)who we are.

(We are, we are, we are.) We are not (Ab)beau ti ful.

Yeah, that’s not (C)who we are.

(We are, we are, we are.) We are not (Ab)beau ti ful.

L.

A., hmm, drove for ho urs last night and we made it no where.

I see stars in your eyes when we’re half way there.

I’m not fazed by all the lights and flash ing cam ’ras

’cause with my arms a round you, there’s no need to care.

We don’t fit in well; we are just our selves.

I could use some help get ting out of this con ver sa tion, yeah.

You look stun ning, dear, so don’t ask that ques tion here.

This is my on ly fear: that we be come

beau ti ful peo

(We are, we are, we are.) We are not (Ab)beau ti ful.