Lyrics

I was free again that summer Cos you're playing with a plumber With his own place and a car. I don't care I'm gonna be a pop star Well he can take you for a ride And he can buy you gifts and flowers I'm sure he's got a nicer body then me And maybe he can fuck go for hours and hours But I wonder where you and him might be when you see me on the cover of the NME After sell-out tours and a string of hits And I'm snorting cocaine off a supermodel's tits My life is going my way I saw you in the pub today And you look so ugly now Since you turned into a shallow disco cow You're no longer my gilded shackle So I don't have to listen to your fucking cackle I couldn't give a toss what you do And by the way, have you found out I was two-timing you?