Dress Up In You

Dress Up In YouI�m the singer, I�m the singer in the bandYou�re the loser, I won�t dismiss you out of handCos you�ve got a beautiful faceIt will take you placesYou kept runningYou�ve got money, you�ve got fameEvery morning I see your picture from the trainNow you�re an actress!So says your résuméYou�re made of cardYou couldn�t act your way out of a paper bagYou got lucky, you ain�t talking to me nowLittle Miss PluckyPluck your eyebrows for the crowdGet on the airplaneYou give me stomach painI wish that you were hereWe would have had a lot to talk aboutWe had a deal thereWe nearly signed it with our blood�An understandingI thought that you would keep your wordI�m disappointedI�m aggravatedIt�s a fault I have, I knowWhen things don�t go my way I have to Blow up in the face of my rivalsI swear and I rant, I make quite an arrivalThe men are surprised by the languageThey act so discreet, they are hypocrites so f*ck them too!I always loved youYou always had a lot of styleI�d hate to see you on the pileOf �nearly-made-it� sYou�ve got the essence, dearIf I could have a second skinI�d probably dress up in youYou�re a star now, I am fixing people�s nailsI�m knitting jumpers, I�m working after hoursI�ve got a boyfriend, I�ve got a feeling that he�s seeing someone elseHe always had thing for you as wellBlow in the face of my rivalsI swear and I rant, I make quite an arrivalThe men are surprised by the languageThey act so discreet, they are hypocrites forget themSo f*ck them too!