| Little queen beware, fashion tempers flare, | |
| and they light up with a brilliant glare | |
| page after page, after page, after page, | |
| after page. | |
| A hollow vase only costs ten pounds | |
| but an empty vessel makes the loudest sound, | |
| and you have to get heard in this loudest of towns- | |
| or go under. | |
| We don't care if you can't pay, | |
| we don't care what you've got to say, | |
| we don't hear when you cry out- | |
| Our smiles are hollowed out. | |
| Let's talk about me. | |
| (Vamos a hablar de ti) | |
| Let's talk about me. | |
| (Vamos a hablar de ti) | |
| The people look like ghouls in the neon light, | |
| get the big city blues every single night. | |
| World gone crazy? It was never sane- not now, | |
| not ever. | |
| Bars full of couples not talking to each other, | |
| seeking solitude in the company of others. | |
| "We're not in love- we just can't resist each other | |
| at playtime. | |
| We don't care if you can't pay, | |
| we don't care what you've got to say, | |
| we don't hear when you cry out- | |
| Our smiles are hollowed out. | |
| Let's talk about me. | |
| (Vamos a hablar de mi) | |
| Let's talk about me. | |
| (Vamos a hablar de ti) | |
| Let's talk about me. | |
| (Vamos a hablar, hablar, hablar) | |
| Let's talk about me. | |
| (solo) | |
| We don't care if you can't pay, | |
| we don't care what you've got to say, | |
| we don't hear when you cry out- | |
| Our smiles are hollowed out. | |
| Let's talk about me. | |
| Let's talk about me. | |
| Oh, let's talk about me, me, me, me, me, me. | |
| Oh (Vamos a hablar de mi) | |
| Let's talk about me. | |
| (Vamos a hablar, hablar | |
| Vamos a hablar de mi | |
| Vamos a hablar, hablar, hablar | |
| Vamos a hablar de mi | |
| Vamos a hablar de mi) |