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?