Un! Duex! Trois! Quatre!
Monday morning
She's under cover as alive
Slamming coffee
Dark as the rings under her eyes
To stay awake
For corporation 9 to 5
In her own world
She's a writer for the times
Turning memoirs
And pushing progress by the line
A frequent of the front page
Ms. New York city prime
But that's not how the story goes
Maybe for the best of us
But the whole world knows
That the rest of us
Are living anything but
Grand romantic life
Tragic Tuesday (Tragic Tuesday)
She misses her alarm
Oh so convenient
Her Honda Civic never starts
Third time this month
That she's broke the bosses heart (My poor heart!)
In her own world
She's on a private jet
Destination
Undecided yet
Vacation calls her name
And she doesn't take regrets
(Ladies and gentlemen as we prepare for our descent,
Please return to your seats and uh fasten your seat belts)
But that's not how the story goes
Maybe for the best of us
But the whole world knows
That the rest of us
Are living anything but
Grand romantic life
And if her mother calls her up
And asks about her lovin' stuff
She'd have to say (What's she gonna say?)
She's all alone
1, 2, 3, 4
In her own world
She's got a corner with a view
A preppy intern
And secretary ingénue
Trophy husband
They say he models for J. Crew
But that's not how the story goes
Maybe for the best of us
But the whole world knows
That the rest of us
Are living anything but
Grand romantic life
Yeah the whole world knows
That the rest of us
Are living anything but
Grand romantic
Anything but
Grand romantic
Anything but
Grand romantic
