Well it's ever so funny I don't think you're special I don't think you're cool You're just probably alright But under these lights you look beautiful And I'm struggling I can't see through your fake tan Oh and you know it for a fact That everybody's eating out of your hands What do you know? Oh you know nothing! But I'll still take you home Yeah, I'll still take you home What do you know? Oh you don't know nothing! Fancy seeing you in here You're all tarted up, and you don't look the same I haven't seen you since last year You know surprisingly you an't forgot my name But you know it Yeah you knew it all along Oh you say you have forgotten But you're fibbing', oh don't tell me I'm wrong Woaah... Woaah... Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da You sold your soul to the fashion You're a Topshop princess, a rockstar too You're a fad, you're a fashion And Ii'm having a job trying to talk to you But it's alright, put it all on one-side And everybody's looking You've got control of everyone's eyes Including mine