I'm not important
I'm barely sane
I have no talent
You speak of but baby, that's okay
I'm after reflected fame
I took my photo
But I'll let you see
Someone famous looking sheepish
Now they know me
I'm not ordinary
I'm in a club so exclusive that even I find it quite illusive sometimes
Let me regail you with tales of the rich
In the bars of Shoreditch
You know, of London, right?
If not you're wasting your life
Are you impressed by the connections I made?
That look gives me all away
If only I got paid
My mum looks after me
'Cause I'm in a club so exclusive that even I find it quite illusive sometimes
Oh, my friend Pablo- he actually reads books
He's got this nerdy beatnick look
I met him at the Tate
Well, in the Tate Café
I ran up to him I said:
"Hey I'm just like you, I think the coffee's great here too"
He looked disturbed at first but now he gets me
Cause we're in a club so exclusive that even we find it quite illusive sometimes
I have uploaded over forty different musics
Really not a big deal
I like when people share
It's where I get my ideas
I want your life
I watch your days out in your postcards
Watch you dead in a new wedding
It's a compliment
Oh take it how it's meant
I might not understand everything you say
But if I act in a certain way
And buy all the music that I should
And say everyone else is a sheep
It won't matter if I'm genuine
It's all about the clothes that you are in
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