Delia Smith

My mum always liked Delia Smith And I drank, drank, drank just to deal with my shit I learned to tell little white lies When I feel inadequate almost all the time I'd like to think I'm deep I'd like to think I'm deep I'd like to think I'm deep But I just skim the pages, so I can fake my speech Who wants to be special anyway? Who wants to be special anyway? Who wants to be special anyway? Me, fucking me, and I'm not ashamed A bed, a wardrobe, a bed A bed, a bar, a bed A bed, a wardrobe, a bed Sometimes I wish I was A bed, a wardrobe, a bed A bed, a bar, a bed A bed, a wardrobe, a bed Sometimes I wish I was I was always so cripplingly shy I was good at sports, but I always cried I loved my friends and I hated my life I couldn't be bothered doing anything with my time I think I know a little about a lot I think I know a little about a lot I think I know a little about a lot But don't ask me too much, or I might get caught So don't speak too loud Don't speak up too loud Don't speak up too loud Or they'll brand you a bitch, and they'll throw you out A bed, a wardrobe, a bed A bed, a bar, a bed A bed, a wardrobe, a bed Sometimes I wish I was A bed, a wardrobe, a bed A bed, a bar, a bed A bed, a wardrobe, a bed Sometimes I wish I was Who wants to be special anyway? Who wants to be special anyway? Who wants to be special anyway? Who wants to be special anyway? Who wants to be special anyway? Who wants to be special anyway? Who wants to be special anyway? Me, fucking me, and I'm not ashamed A bed, a wardrobe, a bed A bed, a bar, a bed A bed, a wardrobe, a bed Sometimes I wish I was A bed, a wardrobe, a bed A bed, a bar, a bed A bed, a wardrobe, a bed Sometimes I wish I was Sometimes I wish I was Sometimes I wish I was dead