Belle & Sebastian "Dress up in you" lyrics

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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!

Vestir-me de tu

Sóc la cantant, sóc la cantant de la bandaTu ets la perdedora, no et rebutjaré així com aixíPerquè tens una cara bonicai això et portarà a algun lloc

Seguies correnttenies diners, tenies famaCada matí veia la teva foto des del trenAra ets actriu!Això diu el teu currículumEstàs feta de cartolinaNo podries representar ni la teva fugida d'una bossa de paper

Tens sort, no m'estàs parlant ara mateix,Senyoreta valentaDepila't les celles pel públicAgafa l'avióEm fas venir mal de panxaVoldria que fossis aquíTindríem molt a parlar

Teníem un tractegairebé signat amb sangUn enteniment mutuPensava que guardaries la teva paraulaEstic decebudaEstic molestaÉs un defecte que tinc, ho séQuan les coses no van a la meva manera he de

esclatar a la cara dels meus rivalsVaig insultar i malparlar, vaig muntar un bon numeretEls homes es queden parats del llenguatgeActuen tan discretament, són hipòcrites, oblida'lsQue els follin a ells també!

Sempre et vaig estimarsempre vas tenir molt estilOdiaria veure't com una de tantesgairebé-ho-aconsegueixostens l'essència, estimada,Si pogués tenir una segona pellem vestiria de tu.

Ara ets una estrella, jo arreglo les ungles de la gentteixeixo jerseis, i faig hores extraTinc un nòvio, i tinc el pressentimentque es veu amb algú altresempre va tenir un no-sé-què per tu també.

Esclato a la cara dels meus rivalsVaig insultar i malparlar, vaig muntar un bon numeretEls homes es queden parats del llenguatgeActuen tan discretament, són hipòcrites, oblida'lsQue els follin a ells també!

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