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 r'sum?

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!