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 fuck 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 fuck them too!