i m the singer, i m the singer in the band
you re the loser, i won t dismiss you out of hand
cos you ve got a beautiful face
it will take you places
you kept running
you ve got money, you ve got fame
every morning i see your picture from the train
now you re an actress!
so says your résumé
you re made of card
you couldn t act your way out of a paper bag
you got lucky, you ain t talking to me now
little miss plucky
pluck your eyebrows for the crowd
get on the airplane
you give me stomach pain
i wish that you were here
we would have had a lot to talk about
we had a deal there
we nearly signed it with our blood
an understanding
i thought that you would keep your word
i m disappointed
i m aggravated
it s a fault i have, i know
when things don t go my way i have to
blow up in the face of my rivals
i swear and i rant, i make quite an arrival
the men are surprised by the language
they act so discreet, they are hypocrites so fuck them too!
i always loved you
you always had a lot of style
i d hate to see you on the pile
of nearly-made-it s
you ve got the essence, dear
if i could have a second skin
i d probably dress up in you
you re a star now, i am fixing people s nails
i m knitting jumpers, i m working after hours
i ve got a boyfriend, i ve got a feeling that he s seeing someone else
he always had thing for you as well
blow in the face of my rivals
i swear and i rant, i make quite an arrival
the men are surprised by the language
they act so discreet, they are hypocrites forget them
so fuck them too!
