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!
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