La-Di-Da

How come every time we meet You get lots of little people running round at your feet You're the centre of attention in the cafes and the bars Everybody treats you like a superstar Then again I know who you are You're taking it too far Wild nights and parties in the hills of Hollywood And all the papers tell me that you're doing pretty good They tell me the way you hang round With the guys in their leathers and chains The way you eat your way into their little brains Then again, I know who you are You've gone a bit too far You're so la di da So la di da Honey you're so la di da You're so la di da Why don't you listen to me? You're so la di da You're so la di da Oh baby you're so la di da Oh baby why do you keep on hurting me? Why don't you listen to me? I used to think you were mine And you would tell me what's going on in your mind You'd say I've got problems that I don't understand And if you've got the answers will you put them in my hand I'd say you went a bit too far Do you know what you are? You're so la di da So la di da Honey you're so la di da You're so la di da Why don't you listen to me? You're so la di da You're so la di da Oh baby you're so la di da You're so la di da Why do you do it to me? Breaking me inside You're so la di da