Out of her mouth it came as no surprise
Lipstick stained and whip-cream iles
I feel that if I had been uglier
It would have been easier
There it sat, blinked and spat
In a black feather hat
And the 'the rat'
(I now possess quasi success)
But she wants to be a better singer
Swing the heartache
Just for her sake
But she wants to be a better singer
Swing the heartache
Just for her sake.
Writer(s): David Jay, Daniel Gaston Ash, Peter John Murphy, Kevin Haskins
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