Bottle blonde until the end
Ground down but no tap
Found fame, faded away
But came back, influence rubs off
Whether appropriate or not

Less than perfect split
She lifts the cup to her lips
She tries to force it back
Something in her gut starts to react

Definitely. Oh it must be-e.
Definitely. Oh it must be-e.

Cheap crockery that was tipped
From the top of the stairs
What did you do that for?
Easily swayed, unafraid
Can’t turn back
Starting to crack
Her mascara is streaming
But the guests are not leaving

A less than perfect split
She lifts the cup to her lips
She tries to force it back
Something in her gut starts to react

I don’t really know if I want to be
Part of this world but I must be-e
I’m none of the above