Sangtekst: Belle & Sebastian. 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 resume
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!