| Lyrics | Lyrics | Song |
| This is side one, flip me over... | |
| Where is your boy tonight... | |
| Two more weeks... | |
| Isn't it messed up... | |
| Dance, dance... | |
| And you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with... | |
| I wrote the gospel on giving up... | |
| | Lyrics | Lyrics | Song |
| Thanks for the memories... | |
| Wouldn't you rather be a widow... | |
| We're the new face of failure... | |
| Don't want to be a boy... | |
| I don't care what you think... | |
| Let's hear it for America's suitehearts, but I must confess... | |
| I got troubled thoughts... | |
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