I'm the singer, I'm the singer in the band. You're the loser, I won't dismiss you out of hand: 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 résumé. 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 scream and 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 a thing for you as well.
Blow in the face of my rivals. I swear and rant, I make quite an arrival. The men are surprised by the language. They act so discreet, they are hypocrites, forget them.