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 $#&@ 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 $#&@ them too!