Written by Kevin Bacon
We want this to become the Youre So Vain of the millennium. KB
Theres a line around the block, and it stretches a mile
Theyre gonna pay good money to see your dazzlin smile
You got a come-hither look in your babydoll eyes
And you got the kind of body make a man tell lies
And when youre standing next to me, you do the little things you do
I say, Im so glad Im not married, so glad Im not married
Im so glad Im not married, to you
Youre the center of attention everywhere you go
Sittin on the boys laps puttin on a show
You get your clothes and your shoes and your drugs for free
And God knows youve got a lot more money than me
When youre bendin over just to give us all a better view
I say, Im so glad Im not married, so glad Im not married
Im so glad Im not married, to you
Well hes a better man than I, cause hes got to live with you
In the movie of your life, he is just an extra in it
But baby, if you were my wife
To have and hold, the truth be told
I couldnt take it for a New York minute
Now youre crying cause the paper printed something rude
You say you never, ever, ever, ever touched that dude
Well, its the National Enquirer it cant be true
But Im not so sure they got it wrong about you
Youre feeling kind of tragic and your eyes get misty-blue boo-hoo!
I say, Im so glad Im not married, so glad Im not married
Im so glad Im not married, to you