All the pretty boys
And all the pretty lights
All the pretty girls
About their busy nights
You’ve got a lot of what you want
You’ve got a lot of what you want, don’t you?
And now you dream of pop, how you dream of pop
At first you got a little, now you’ve got a lot (oh-uh-oh)
Now you can’t remember how you’ve dreamed of something
All the pretty scenes
And all the pretty boys
From all the movie screens
In all the city noise
You try to speak to speak your mind
But you can’t hear your voice
You’ve got a lot of what you want
You’ve got a lot of what you want, don’t you?
And now you dream of pop, how you dream of pop
At first you got a little, now you’ve got a lot (oh-uh-oh)
Now you can’t remember how you’ve dreamed of something