Grand Romantic Life

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