Getting Through - The Cars

I don’t want to be your party doll

All flaked out in Tinsel Town

With a circus mouth shooting all directions

And TV ads that sell erections

'Cause I got no clue what they want to do with you

Well, it’s getting through, getting through to you

While living outside in the misdemeanor

Well, some get lost, some are screamers

And it’s easy to tell the great pretenders

They got the broken wings and flip top fenders

I don’t know what they’re gonna to do with you

Hey, might get through, getting through to you

Well, I don’t want to be your suffering box, yeah

Argue art or untie those knots

Don’t want to be your bad connection

Fit into your reality vision

See 'cause I got no clue what they want to do with you, yeah

Well, it’s just getting through, getting through to you