Dress Up In You

I'm the singer, I'm the singer in the band You're the loser, I won't dismiss you out of hand 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 resume 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 f**k 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 a 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 f**k them too