Dress up in you
I’m the singer, I’m the singer in the bandYou’re the loser, I won’t dismiss you out of handBecause you’ve got a beautiful faceIt will take you places
You kept runningYou’ve got money, you’ve got fameEvery morning I see your picture from the trainNow you’re an actress!So says your résuméYou’re made of cardYou couldn’t act your way out of a paper bag
You got lucky, you ain’t talking to me nowLittle Miss PluckyPluck your eyebrows for the crowdGet on the airplaneYou give me stomach painI wish that you were hereWe would have had a lot to talk about
We had a deal thereWe nearly signed it with our bloodAn understandingI thought that you would keep your wordI’m disappointedI’m aggravatedIt’s a fault I have, I knowWhen things don’t go my way I have to
Blow up in the face of my rivalsI swear and I rant, I make quite an arrivalThe men are surprised by the languageThey act so discreet, they are hypocrites, so fuck them too!
I always loved youYou always had a lot of styleI’d hate to see you on the pileOf nearly-made-itsYou’ve got the essence, dearIf I could have a second skinI’d probably dress up in you
You’re a star now, I am fixing people’s nailsI’m knitting jumpers, I’m working after hoursI’ve got a boyfriend, I’ve got a feelingThat he’s seeing someone elseHe always had a thing for you as well
Blow in the face of my rivalsI swear and I rant, I make quite an arrivalThe men are surprised by the languageThey act so discreet, they are hypocrites, forget themSo fuck them too!