I don't talk much to you And you don't talk much to me There's fifteen things that you'd have to change Till I considered you to be Something slightly more than bravado You know that you do it so well But if I got to know The way you to and fro I bet I'd throw you out Cause you don't have no love I can tell Oh, what you've got is what your friends say And what they say is nothing like they think And all the cards are on the table And one too many alcopops to drink It's all a different tailored story The gloves are off and the claws are out They'll all be sorry in the morning They can't recall what it was all about What was it all about? Well yes I, know it's gonna be alright Go home, get a bollocking But let us know that you're doing fine Don't let them give you that look Cause the boys think that they're trendy And the girls are living out of their books They're living out of their books She contradicts and patronises Every single comment that you make And if she's such a royal highness I wouldn't bother with her anyway Well some claim she's amazing They would do anything to catch her eye They want to study their reflection On car windows as they walk on by Walk on by Well yes I, know it's gonna be alright Go home, get a bollocking But let us know that you're doing fine Don't let them give you that look Cause the boys think that they're trendy And the girls are living out of their books They're living out of their books Well the boys think that they're trendy And the girls are living out of their books!