La canción

I need someone to take some joy in something I do

You need a man who's either rich or loosing a screw

You know I love you, here's the irony

You're going to walk away intact

I think you never liked me anyway

You like yourself and you like men to kiss your arse,

expensive clothes, please stop me there

I think I'm waking up to us

We're a disaster

You don't want to know me,

'cause you move in circles of the braves

where art defines their lives.

B&S