Ran the chainsaw 'til it Ran out of gas 'Cause you got stung By a yellow jacket And you dropped it You amazing idiot Memory always twists the knife Nothing will ever be as vivid as darkest time of my life Found out who I was And it wasn't pretty Suddenly, it's a tragic story But that's what's so funny

You're a lady, you're an angel Bringin' sunshine to my life You're closest thing, heaven that I've ever had Oh, but sometimes, you're a devil When you reach out and dim the lights An' I say, mmm, mmm, you're so good when you're bad You would never hurt anybody You're too gentle sweet and kind Still I keep on doin' things that make you sad But you don't hold out on your feelin's When there's lovin' on your mind An' I say, mmm, mmm, you're so good when you're bad I could say that you're the perfect woman And if it's not, it's just because of me 'Cause I'm hung up on the perfect woman An' I don't know how I deserve to be I see other pretty women An' Lord, they still, they look good to me An' there are some ladies that can drive some men mad But when an angel let's her hair down Oh, that's something else to see An' I say, mmm, mmm, you're so good when you're bad An' I say, mmm, mmm, you're so good when you're bad

You walked in to the party Like you were walkin' onto a yacht Your hat strategically dipped below one eye Your scarf it was apricot You had one eye in the mirror As you watched yourself gavotte And all the girls dreamed That they'd be your partner They'd be your partner, and Chorus: You're so vain You prob'ly think this song is about you You're so-o vain I bet you think this song is about you Don't you, don't you? You had me several years ago When I was still quite naive You said we made such a pretty pair And that you would never leave But you gave away the things you loved And one of them was me I had some dreams They were clouds in my coffee Clouds in my coffee, and (Chorus) Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga And your horse naturally won Then you flew your lear jet up to Nova Scotia To see the total eclipse of the sun Well, you're where you should be all the time And when you're not, you're with Some underworld spy Or the wife of a close friend The wi-ife of a close friend, and (Chorus) You're so vain You're so vain You're so vain You're so vain