Gilded

I was free again that summer

cos you're playing with a plumber,

with his own place and a car. I don't care,

I'm gonna be a pop star.

Well he can take you for a ride

and he can buy you gifts and flowers.

I'm sure he's got a nicer body then me

and maybe he can fuck go for hours and hours.

But I wonder where you and him might be when you see me on the cover of the NME.

After sell-out tours and a string of hits And I'm snorting cocaine off a supermodel's tits.

My life is going my way.

I saw you in the pub today.

And you look so ugly now.

Since you turned into a shallow disco cow.

You're no longer my gilded shackle.

So I don't have to listen to your fucking cackle.

I couldn't give a toss what you do.

And by the way, have you found out I was two-timing you?