This Dress Kills — текст песни (Chumbawamba)

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
(Repeat)
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
(Repeat)