"Playboy"

Hear me out...don't quit your day job
Not just yet, maybe not at all
Though I know you think you hear
The giddy sound of the good life
Callin' out to you, sayin' "Come along!"
But that isn't Miss September whispering

The glossy dreams of the beautiful people
Far above anyone you know
Like they're from another world
A better place than you or I have ever been
You still think she's givin' it to you
But it isn't Miss September's to give

CHORUS:
...And you'll never be a playboy, darling
...And you'll never own a penthouse, baby
...No, you're never gonna be a playboy
...So don't quit your day job, darling

It's enough...people laughing at the
Party jokes that you've memorized
And you tell them oh, so well
But it's too much to expect her not to notice
The lecherous look there in your eyes
Now you've frightened Miss September away