I'm deluded on this throne
Never thought I'd ever say that
I'm much better on my own
Never ever going to look back
I've got the number on my phone
I got the steamy letters
I've got the promises you broke
Someone said it's all a hoax
And I should know better
I was hoping
Shaking in my spider's nest
Praying that I'll never go flat
Suddenly the girl's impressed
What you going to make of that?
Medium to medium rare and a new rock anthem
Circulating in the air
Pour me drinks that don't look square
Give me swinging London
I'm in heaven
With a meaning to fly by in a blaze of glory
Send me flowers in my pain
Call me rough 'cos I'm alive with a different story
Come and save me
There's a cure for complaints
If I could just remember
Where I need to pin the blame
When I'm standing in the rain with my old umbrella
I get soaking
When I take off all my clothes
I look into the mirror for facts
If my energy turns cold
What 'you going to make of that?
Da da da da da da da
I look into the mirror for facts
Da da da da da da da
What 'you going to make of that?
