A Big Number Two?

"I know that you can't hear the words that I'm supposedly singing,
you're just fascinated by my outrageous hair and my fake, cheeky grin,
I'm in this competition to buy fame for not having talent you suckers:
I'M HERE TO FUCKING WIN"...

"The only words you can understand me trying to sing are the obvious ones which I have to occasionally shout,
keep tapping in my vote on your phone you fools, keep spending your money till your credits all run out".

"NOW COME ON...CLAP YOUR HANDS AND SING ALONG WITH ME!"

YEAH, BABY, YEAH,
DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU?
YEAH...YEAH...
YEAH!!!

DANCE WITH ME
I LOVE YOU
YOU NEED ME
I NEED YOU
YOUR THE BEST AND I'M SINGING FROM THE HEART.

NOT JUST MY HEART....BUT YOUR HEART TO...
YEAH YEAH YEAH.

I'VE GOT HEARTS FOR THE TWO OF US...
BABY...

YEAH...

"I'll be your X factor,
I'll be your love reactor,
I'll be your new robot idol.
I'll be your new distracter until you get sick of seeing my face on your television and it makes you FUCKING SUICIDAL!!!"

HOLD MY HAND...
BABY!!
YEAH!
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!

"What you see is what you get and we will never be apart,
I'll never diss you honey, I'm your saviour in your soul, you'll always be in my heart...."

YEAH
YEAH YEAH

BABY BABY!!!!

"I'm singing somebody's else's lyrics but your so nieve that you don't even care,
please make me the flavour of the month my lovely little viewers..
I PROMISE YOU THAT I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE!!!

"You probably can't even even hear these lyrics because your to entranced in my copied dance routines and my shit, stylised hair,
I could sing -
FUCK, BOLLOCKS, BASTARD AND I'M A FUCKING TERRORIST,
but your so caught up in all the hype that you wouldn't even notice and you don't even care?"

"Watch me look to the camera and tell you that your the only one,
I actually can't play an instrument, write a lyric and I wouldn't know the difference from a set of bagpipes and a FUCKING BASS DRUM!!!!!"

YEAH YEAH

CAN YOU HEAR ME BABY?

I'VE GOT NO TALENT...GOT NO INDIVIDUALITY

JUST BECAUSE I SANG IN THE PLAYGROUND AND SANG IN THE BATH DON'T MAKE ME A MUSICAL KING..
But I'm here for you baby...
AND I'M HERE TO WIN....

I LOVE YOU

YEAH
YEAH
YEAH

"Listen to me, can't you even tell that I'm singing out of tune?
What if I just carry on singing:
YEAH YEAH BABY YEAH
and grin out a load of shit, like a stylised, red-arsed performing baboon?"

"You can't understand a word I'm singing except when
I shout:

YEAH....BABY....YEAH....

I NEED YOU...

YEAH>>>YEAH...

"I wanna be famous for been famous, I wanna be known for having non-original styles,
I really can't except that I've got no talent and that the only impression I'll make on you is purely for giving you piles".

"I want worldwide hits for my act that's purely shit, I really wanna be number one,
if you weren't so fucking gullible you'd finish me off right now with a big fucking shotgun".

"I don't care if I'm not real, I've got fame and I'm a real created pop idol?
Me and my management don't care if the real talent and un-found un-sold-out creatives become fucking undiscovered and suicidal..."

BABY>>>I NEED YOU....
YEAH...
YOUR THE BEST..
BABY

"I wanna be a long streak of number one not a big flushed away number two,
I wanna drift on by until I'm replaced by a clone,
girl....you know its true?!"

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO' BABY...

"Now this song is over"...

"You've been an amazing audience".
"I couldn't have done it without you".
"Thanks mum, I know your watching".
"I just wanna keep it real".
"This is what I was always meant to do".
"I'm sorry...I'm crying".

"Thank you so much for giving me the clap"....


YEAH?...