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 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 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 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!