By Deborah Harry, Chris Stein
Everyday you got to wake up
Disappear behind your makeup
Take away your calendar watch
And you can’t keep track
Until your heart attack
Hey I’m living in a magazine
Page to page in my submarine
Hey now cindy you can’t get to me
Neither nor evade her
I’ll see you later ’cause
I’m not living in the real world
I’m not living in the real world
I’m not living in the real world
No more
No more
I can be whatever I want to
I talk to me I even agree
Everyday is a hollow day
You can look through the glass
And take a photograph
You would never walk on the moon
Leave your body and talk to the room
You could never talk to me
Cause I’m not here and you’re not there
I’m not living in the real world
I’m not living in the real world
I’m not living in the real world
No more
No more
Didn’t I ever tell you I was gone
Didn’t I ever tell you I was gone
Bye bye
I can do anything at all
I’m invisible and I’m seven feet tall
From a curve on a digital clock
? everybody stop
Hey I’m living in a magazine
Page to page in teenage dream
Hey now mary you can’t follow me
I’m so alive I’m on a power drive
I’m not living in the real world
I’m not living in the real world
I’m not living in the real world