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!