So I'm Free Again This 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 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 Hideous Cackle.
I Couldn't Give A Toss What You Do.
And By The Way, Have You Found Out I Was Two-timing You?