A psychic told me that I would fall in love With a guy who looks like you She told me I would be twenty three And he'd be six foot two I bought a ticket to the city Like throwing pennies at the lottery I don't read the fortunes in the cookies But there you are, right there, staring at me I don't believe in the American dream I don't believe in most anything But maybe this time You're the kind of guy girls fantasize about while They're waiting for the train, how they'll Settle down in a brownstone in Brooklyn Buy a beagle, maybe have some children I want to ride all through this town On the handlebars of your bike No we don't have to get married But let's combine our record collections tonight I don't believe in the American dream I don't believe in most anything But maybe this time I thought that love was a lie that they sold us A disappointing illusion you just can't trust And I find it so surprising that I actually like you quite a lot I don't believe in the American dream I don't believe in most anything But maybe this time