It’s ever so funny, I don’t think you’re special,
I don’t think you’re cool
You’re just probably alright,
But under these lights you look beautiful
But I’m struggling,
I can’t see through your fake tan
And you know it for a fact
That everybody’s eating out of your hands
What do you know?
You know nothing
But I’ll still take you home
Fancy seeing you in here,
You’re all tarted up and you don’t look the same
I haven’t seen you since last year
And surprisingly you have forgot my name
But you know it and you knew it all along
Oh you say you have forgotten,
But you’re fibbing go on tell me I’m wrong
I fancy you with a passion,
You’re a Topshop princess,
A rockstar too
You’re a fad you’re a fashion
And I’m having a job trying to talk to you
But it’s alright, put it all on one-side
Everybody’s looking,
You’ve got control of everyone’s eyes
Including mine