Lyrics:

Always gumming how you've got it right, just buy in, you're that type no debate, you insist fate will warm you by spotlight you talk but don't say much, and trends mend what you like surround yourself with the wealth of fad and type You're and earache youre to much for me to take An earache why won't you go awaay An earache out looking for hands to shake An earache a tired contrived two face Your entire persona fake.