Chumbawamba - This Dress Kills lyrics
[Chumbawamba - This Dress Kills lyrics]
I'm Judas Judy, panicking
Got everything and nothing
Happy birthday mister president I'm here
To call your bluff from the top of the world
I'm gonna jump, jump, jump
I'm so perfectly imperfect and I
Did it for your love
I'm as small as Thumbelina
Sugar fairy on the cake
Because the thinnest of excuses
Leave the bitterest taste
Brittle-boned, Barbie-cued
Take a piece of my heart
When you know you haven't got it
Does it make you feel good
This dress is killing me frockanoia
I won and then I lost and then
I won and then I lost
And now I know how much a
Pound of flesh can cost
And the question isn't if
But a definite when do I throw my achy heart
Into the gutter again
The party isn't over 'til the thin lady sings
Critics dressed as waiters waiting
In the wings
There they'll gather like vultures to
Pick at the bones i won and then I lost and
I got nothing at all
This dress is killing me frockanoia
Got everything and nothing
Happy birthday mister president I'm here
To call your bluff from the top of the world
I'm gonna jump, jump, jump
I'm so perfectly imperfect and I
Did it for your love
I'm as small as Thumbelina
Sugar fairy on the cake
Because the thinnest of excuses
Leave the bitterest taste
Brittle-boned, Barbie-cued
Take a piece of my heart
When you know you haven't got it
Does it make you feel good
This dress is killing me frockanoia
I won and then I lost and then
I won and then I lost
And now I know how much a
Pound of flesh can cost
And the question isn't if
But a definite when do I throw my achy heart
Into the gutter again
The party isn't over 'til the thin lady sings
Critics dressed as waiters waiting
In the wings
There they'll gather like vultures to
Pick at the bones i won and then I lost and
I got nothing at all
This dress is killing me frockanoia