You Make Me Spew

I dunno why you think that you are so brilliant

you think that you're superior to me

you may have won the last miss universe contest

but babe that doesn't mean a single thing

'Cos you - oh you - you make me spew

You're face is covered with a pound of polyfilla

you say it's just a bit of mascara

you look like some old whore that's just come out of Soho

the clothes you wear don't help you much at all

Times are hard and I ain't indifferent

you seem to bring the devil out in me

the way you always paint your nails

you're always watching T.V.