Из альбома: The Life Pursuit
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 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 a 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