Gilded

So I'm free again this summer
'Cause you're playing with a plumber
With his own place and a car
I don't care, I'm gonna be a pop star

Well, he can take you for a ride
And he can buy you gifts and flowers
I'm sure he's got a nicer body then me
And maybe he can go for hours and hours

But I wonder where you and him might be
When you see me on the cover of the NME
After sell-out tours and a string of hits
And I'm snorting cocaine off a super-model's tits

My life is going my way
I saw you in the pub today
And you look so ugly now
Since you turned into a shallow disco cow

You're no longer my gilded shackle
So I don't have to listen to your hideous cackle
I couldn't give a toss what you do
And by the way, have you found out I was two-timing you?