Stepping out onto the stage the smalltown star tonight. Flexes out for fame and fortune into the lights. The way she tears into the heart makes me realise. That I never understood hatred until I looked into those eyes. She cries "No one's going to talk down to me again. No one's ever going to patronise me again. I'm going to get out of this town steal myself a crown. I'm going to get myself some power. If it's the last thing that I do". Heading out of Bradford with a ticket on the train. And a faith as hard as steel and as sharp as any pain. Gets pictures in the papers smiling oh so good. While she lies in bed with racing dreams hot as blood. Because love will make you happy and love will keep you warm. And love will build a cushion to keep you safe from harm. But hate will drive you onwards hate will drive you upwards. Till you can get back all the bastards. Who ever tried to put you down. And when she's gone forever please don't lay her down to rest. In a quiet little churchyard along with all the rest. Throw a great big party to remember that she lived. Give her headlines on the TV to remember who she is. 'Cause no one's ever going to talk down to her again. No one's ever going to patronise her again. She's going to get out of this town steal herself a crown. She's going to get herself some power. If it's the last thing that she does. If it's the one thing that she does.