BLAH BLAH BLAH

It's all about the non stop blah blah blah

It's all about the job watch house and car

It's all about the finding a new itch

You better scratch until it scars

It's all about the coveting of clout

It's all about the stand out with the crowd

It's all about the hand wringing while swinging

Between confidence and doubt

We don't go out much anymore

It's all about the 'Who's she? What's her game?'

It's all about the 'I don't know her fame'

It's all about the sanding down her edges until all that's left is shame

It's all about the penny in the pocket of the man

Who before he blows it all up talks you through his plan

Make it easy, palms are greasy

Plant the spanner in his hand

We don't go out much anymore

Sophie was the last top model

Now she's scared

Knew it wouldn't last forever

No, but never had prepared

Now everybody's asking

If a baby's on the way

As if there's nowhere left to go

As if there's nothing left to say

Stephen moved to London

With a suitcase and a scheme

To make something of himself

Yeah, whatever something means

The decade ends still pushing pens

He's lonely and afraid

That he has nowhere left to go

That he has nothing left to say

Sophie was the last top model

Now she's scared

Knew it wouldn't last forever

No, but never had prepared

Stephen moved to London

With a suitcase and a scheme

To make something of himself

Yeah, whatever something means and

I've been sitting thinking

Is the world falling to bits?

Does the party of the people

Have an afters at the Ritz?

It's all about the place

That you take shelter from the rain

And if there's nowhere left to go

And there's nothing left to say

We don't go out much any more