Lyrics: Theo Katzman/Cory Wong
Music: Theo Katzman/Cory Wong
Lisa never wanted to be famous
But she wasn't no average type of gal
Everyone who saw her said the same thing
There was something special about her smile
And at first glance she did not seem so stand-out
But then you felt your head spin back a-round
And if you caught her gaze you got the sense that
She was staring right into your soul
And then they picked her up, stole her away
Put a picture on display
All because of how she looked
Now she's trapped in history books
Lisa when you get off of work
I'll wrap you in a shirt
Sneak you out the back door
Into my Cadillac
And I'll drive you to the beach
So I can finally see
What your smile looks like
When you feel free, I wanna see
What your smile looks like
When you feel free
She never got a chance to tell her story
She never got a chance to live her dreams
'Cause fame is not the same thing as glory
All it does it rob you of your peace
So I can't bring myself to take a picture (oh-oh)
And show it to my friends when I get home
As if her beauty was for my possession
The plight of every woman in this world
Yeah they picked her up, stole her away
Forever to be on display
All because she looked just right
Now she don't get to sleep at night
Lisa when you get off of work
I'll wrap you in a shirt
Sneak you out the back door
Into my Cadillac
And I'll drive you to the beach
So I can finally see
What your smile looks like
When you feel free, I wanna see
What your smile looks like
When you feel free, I wanna see
What your smile looks like
When you feel free, I wanna see
What your smile looks like
When you feel freeeeeee~