People like people that don't give a shit (x3)   Gathered around, tongues hanging out, looking up      They don't give a shit   But one thing they love   Is people around tongues out, looking up   'Cause people like people to be like bras   Go with their clothes and push up the stance (x2)      People like people that don't talk much   But sometimes put one eyebrow up   Sat back, smoking, potent, not fussed   When they talk, you're rushed, they're gruff, and you're hushed   Or they like wildcard performers, too   Loud and squawking talk 'til blue   Still the type that don't listen and don't want to   S'all about ego   S'not about you   People like people that make no effort   Looking past me, won't ask me one question   "What's your profession?"   "What's your name?"   But I'm just the dust on their window frame      Loons, free spirits, and dons are supposed    To hold this pose from what I'm told - it's so "Oh!"   'Cause people like people who act like stars   You can smile and nod but you're gonna finish last      And I get a kick from people thinking I'm safe   Does that make me fake? Am I eating my cake?   If I never gave time or day, no games   Chip on my shoulder, fish on your face   Would that be more raw or insecure?   (I could swap friendliness for more friends)   Would that be more raw?      Or immature   Not sure, but      Maybe they'd like me more      People like people to show them their places   To follow with a huff and puff and inflate      Treat you like knobs 'til they hear 'bout your job   And name drop Bob Dylan and Dizzee on MySpace   People like people who've heard the right tunes   Bought the right clothes   And revised the reviews      People like people that you couldn't imagine at a bus stop   Or stuck in a queue in those shoes   People like rockstars that do smack   Singers that get trashed   And models that might snap   People like boys with a Kate Moss face   Girls with no tits   And kids with no faith   People like people repressed with restless with   Hats or midriffs   With money or guestlists   People like different styles the same way   People like people to be mixed race      And I get a kick when they're impressed   With my clever dick views and prospects of success   And if I held it down and gave away less   Drop no names, create no interest   Would that be humble or tryin' be mysterious?   (Stop giving and draw more for less)   Would that be secure,   Or baitred demured?   Not sure   But maybe they'll like me more