I dunno why you think that you are so brilliant   you think that you're superior to me   you may have won the last miss universe contest   but babe that doesn't mean a single thing      'Cos you - oh you - you make me spew      You're face is covered with a pound of polyfilla   you say it's just a bit of mascara   you look like some old whore that's just come out of Soho   the clothes you wear don't help you much at all      Times are hard and I ain't indifferent   you seem to bring the devil out in me   the way you always paint your nails   you're always watching T.V.