It’s ever so funny, I don’t think you’re special I don’t think you’re coolnYou’re just probably alreyt, but under these lights you look beautifulnBut I’m struggling, I can’t see through your fake tannAnd you know it for a fact that everybody’s eating out of your handsnnWhat do you know?nyou know nothingnBut I'll still take you homennFancy seeing you in here, you're all tarted up and you don't look the samenI haven't seen you since last year and surprisingly you have forgot my namenBut you know it and you knew it all alongnOh you say you have forgotten, but you're fibbing go on tell me I'm wrongnI fancy you with a passion, you're a Topshop princess, a rockstar toonYou’re a fad you’re a fashion and I’m having a job trying to talk to younBut it's alright, put it all on one-side,neverybody's looking, you’ve got control of everyone's eyesnIncluding mine