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
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 f*ck 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 f*ck them too!