Well it's ever so funny
I don't think you're special
I don't think you're cool
You're just probably alright
But under these lights you look beautiful
And I'm [bad word] 
I can't see through your fake tan
Oh and you know it for a fact
That everybody's eating out of your hands
What do you know?
Oh you know nothing!
But I'll still take you home
Yeah, I'll still take you home
What do you know?
Oh you don't know nothing!
Fancy seeing you in here
You're all tarted up, and you don't look the same
I haven't seen you since last year
You know surprisingly you an't forgot my name
But you know it
Yeah you knew it all along
Oh you say you have forgotten
But you're fibbing', oh don't tell me I'm wrong
Woaah...
Woaah...
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
You sold your soul to the fashion
You're a Topshop princess, a rockstar too
You're a fad, you're a fashion
And Ii'm having a job trying to talk to you
But it's alright, put it all on one-side
And everybody's looking
You've got control of everyone's eyes
Including mine