Текст (слова) песни: Chumbawamba - This Dress Kills
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)
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