Like the gum in her ashtray
And none she can focus so well.
On the backs of old postcards
With the names scratched off
(waves) But I can trace you.
Well I've been betrayed now
That's the way it's always been
Well I've been betrayed now
That's the way it's always been
Well I've been betrayed now
That's the way it's always been
Well I've been betrayed now
That's the way it's always been