Out of her mouth it came as no surprise Lipstick stained and whipcream lies I feel that if i had been uglier It would have been easier There it sat, blinked and spat In a black feather hat And the 'the rat' (i now possess quasi success) But she wants to be a better singer Swing the heartache Just for her sake But she wants to be a better singer Swing the heartache Just for her sake.