I've hardly seen her likes before Somewhere else Nowhere else before The girl in the spotlight evermore Like no one before Forever more
Bloody Marys, two for tea Bubble bath and TV All the boys from rock and roll Sometimes she likes soul No one sees her lift a finger What a singer What a dancer What a sinner
All my work, for what it's worth Won't do me none Can make you feel so right All those wins are a loss Can't be a winner If she's never lost
Her success is divine What a word for mine Daytime is a tragedy But now it smells like victory Who does she think she is? What a singer What a dancer What a sinner
She leaves the world in envy All is now, no maybe No one's left untouched She's so fabulously lazy