I don’t talk much to you   And you don’t talk much to me   There’s fifteen things that you’d have to change   Till I considered you to be   Something slightly more than bravado   You know that you do it so well   But if I got to know   The way you to and fro   I bet I’d throw you out   Cause you don’t have no love   I can tell      Oh, what you’ve got is what your friends say   And what they say is nothing like they think   And all the cards are on the table   And one too many alcopops to drink   It’s all a different tailored story   The gloves are off and the claws are out   They’ll all be sorry in the morning   They can’t recall what it was all about   What was it all about?      Well yes I, know it’s gonna be alright   Go home, get a bollocking   But let us know that you’re doing fine   Don’t let them give you that look   Cause the boys think that they’re trendy   And the girls are living out of their books   They’re living out of their books      She contradicts and patronises   Every single comment that you make   And if she’s such a royal highness   I wouldn’t bother with her anyway   Well some claim she’s amazing   They would do anything to catch her eye   They want to study their reflection   On car windows as they walk on by   Walk on by      Well yes I, know it’s gonna be alright   Go home, get a bollocking   But let us know that you’re doing fine   Don’t let them give you that look   Cause the boys think that they’re trendy   And the girls are living out of their books   They’re living out of their books   Well the boys think that they’re trendy   And the girls are living out of their books!