Just like the lady in the blue dress,
You've got cigarettes on your breath,
Hairspray and some cheap perfume
I'll put a little sour in your sweet.
You've got so much fucking tongue in cheek
You want what you could never have

You said, said you want respect
Well then you better get some for yourself.
'Cause all that I see right now,
Is someone whose lost and insecure.

So you say, that I am rated X.
You suffer from the lack of sex.
Black heart and your lipstick smeared.
Your points are trite, and not too sober
To deal with your running over.
Your sane, but that ain't cleche lines.

You said, said you want respect
Well then you better get some yourself.
Cause all that I see right now,
Is someone whose lost and insecure.

Don't try to be cute with me
'Cause I know you hate yourself.
And you'd end your stupid lies now
But your too spineless.

Just like the lady in the blue dress,
You've got cigarettes on your breath,
Hairspray and some cheap perfume

You said, said you want respect
Well then you better get some for yourself.
'Cause all that I see right now,
Is someone whose lost and insecure.

Writer : JOHN M. KEANE
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group