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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 resume 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!
BOB KILDEA,CHRISTOPHER GEDDES,MICHAEL COOKE,RICHARD COLBURN,SARAH MARTIN,STEPHEN JACKSON,STUART MURDOCH
Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC