Next year you'll be so last year And trapped in a memory, trapped in a memory We faked breaking down by singing far too loud in cars and crowds We faked
celebrity 'This' hell is far worse I'm gonna travel to the center of the earth And misery is all I need Just you wait and see Misery is... Just you wait
that marquee Cause I've got a sneaking suspicion that everybody in here has got something to hide So tell me maybe, sell me baby which one of these sluts is
