Different strokes are at the show Perfect strangers in the bed I hear recorded laughing, laughing I see the way you're acting, acting Half the way into my dreams ♪ Facts of life are hard to learn (You've been acting like a TV show) A different world is on the rise (You just want to move the plot along) I miss hearing you laughing, laughing I'm sick of all your acting, acting After all of our scenes You're still movie-cute, uh When they're Emmy-nominating you, uh But tell your agents and the trades I can't keep watching anymore Your show screens are boring me to screams Who's the boss when I am gone? (You forgot to thank the screenwriter) Living single step by step (Maybe you should move back to New York) I miss hearing you laughing, laughing I miss hearing you singing, bringing Beauty to me Oh