To punctuate the white hot litany
Why must there be a spectacle
Itıs tough enough
When you have it all
Donıt throw it away, donıt throw it away
Her Pa does best outside the comfort zone
He was the first to cast a well-aimed stone
Why must there be an obstacle
Itıs tough enough
When you want it all
Donıt throw it away, donıt throw it away
Just like the little girl with the curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
When she was good, she was good
When she was bad, she was horrid
Itıs great to hear that they both cut a deal
It pays to put a spin on the ordinary songbird spiel
Why must we have an audience
To applaud our every confession
Donıt throw it away, donıt throw it away
Just like a little boy with a toy
Right in the middle of her party
He wonıt share, it donıt feel fair
Heıd rather bust it up than give it away
Donıt throw it away, donıt throw it away