Im the singer, Im the singer in the band
Youre the loser, I wont dismiss you out of hand
Cos youve got a beautiful faith
It will take you places
You kept running
Youve got money, youve got fame
Every morning I see your picture from the train
Now youre an actress!
So says your rsum
Youre made of card
You couldnt act your way out of a paper bag
You got lucky, you aint 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
Im disappointed
Im aggravated
Its a fault I have, I know
When things dont 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
Id hate to see you on the pile
Of nearly-made-it s
Youve got the essence, dear
If I could have a second skin
Id probably dress up in you
Youre a star now, I am fixing peoples nails
Im knitting jumpers, Im working after hours
Ive got a boyfriend, Ive got a feeling that hes seeing someone else
He always had a 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