Lyrics Complaints - Tasmin Archer, John Hughes & Bruce Thomas

I'm deluded on this throne
Never thought I'd ever say that
I'm much better on my own
Never ever going to look back
I've got the number on my phone
I got the steamy letters
I've got the promises you broke
Someone said it's all a hoax
And I should know better
I was hoping
Shaking in my spider's nest
Praying that I'll never go flat
Suddenly the girl's impressed
What you going to make of that?
Medium to medium rare and a new rock anthem
Circulating in the air
Pour me drinks that don't look square
Give me swinging London
I'm in heaven
With a meaning to fly by in a blaze of glory
Send me flowers in my pain
Call me rough 'cos I'm alive with a different story
Come and save me
There's a cure for complaints
If I could just remember
Where I need to pin the blame
When I'm standing in the rain with my old umbrella
I get soaking
When I take off all my clothes
I look into the mirror for facts
If my energy turns cold
What 'you going to make of that?
Da da da da da da da
I look into the mirror for facts
Da da da da da da da
What 'you going to make of that?