With her friends on a road less travelled, on a journey of do's and dares   Looking back on a fear of leaving and forgetting how it felt to be scared   There are those paying fancy prices to pretend they have fancy lives   But at every charity banquet the majority stay outside   (Chorus)   We play to a packed gallery   We smile for the CCTV   We're making our own history   When fine society sits down to dine, remember that someone is pissing in the wine   Pissing in the wine, pissing in the wine   Remember that someone is pissing in the wine   She'd love to be dancing the tango and she traces the steps in her mind   You can tell by the snap of her fingers that she moves to a different time   Where all the quiet submission is smeared in lipstick red   And every act is a crime of passion   "That's not all she wrote," she said   (Repeats)   (Repeat chorus)