You're such a bitter twisted bitch Living on the edge All you really crave is fame But it's beyond your crip Watch the world go passing by Your face down in your fear Spread your legs a little more Pretend your star is here
A song for
You said you cam to Hollywood To try to make a change An industry that you despise Has let you down again Little snot nosed teachers pet Life is short got no regrets Stop your prayers to get your way Again and again you like to play
A song for A song for you
This old class hick is living on the edge
Synchophantic smarty pants Sniffing up your bosses arse Sad thing is they forced you to An in your dreams you wanted to