Miss Broadway you say you're puzzled by this reaction that you get It seems you're always wanted by the men with which you pet Yeah, why do they come calling with chests that heave and sigh When all you did was laugh with them and touch them on the thigh
These legions that surround you, these victims of your charm You keep their fires smoldering cause their burning keeps you warm This sexual harassment that follows you around Is just a way to clear the deck for some new prospect that you've found
And I know that you believe each new invention of the truth And I know the next five minutes are what you're trying to get through The man who really loved you and believed you all along Has seen the truth and shuddered and is singing you this song…
I'm leaving Miss Broadway You can't have my words anymore I'm leaving Miss Broadway Your game’s already played Now I'm just rain on your charade
I saw you on my TV taking credit for my work And I knew if I said anything that I would be the jerk There's always some ex-boyfriend, some jealous has-been clown Trying to muscle in the spotlight, trying to keep the lady down
It's a comfortable old story about the man without a clue Who rises to the top on work some woman had to do But political correctness won't accept the inverse true We just can't see painted toenails on the foot that fits that shoe…
I'm leaving Miss Broadway You can't have my love anymore I'm leaving Miss Broadway I guess I lost my taste for your carrot in my face
It must be very chilling to stare at your blank page When integrity is selling and sincerity's the rage So you work your practiced dogma, your 'I'm a victim' cry You've come a long way, baby, you can smoke and drink and lie…
I'm leaving Miss Broadway You can't have my words anymore I'm leaving Miss Broadway Your game’s already played Now I'm just rain on your charade
I'm leaving Miss Broadway You can't have my words anymore I'm leaving Miss Broadway I guess I lost my taste for your carrot in my face