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Crawling under my skin Running out of oxygen It’s all a bit much But I take it on the chin Business class and movie stars A Special spoon for caviar How do you like Paris so far? I’m nameless and everybody here’s so fucking famous Is it too late to say That I really hate this Shiny boots and silverware Perfect people I’ll compare Maybe I just don’t care I feel so small This evening’s only started I wish you’d call Take me back to my apartment Cos this Isn’t Me This Isn’t Me I’m not here We can pretend Letras de cancionesThat we’re gonna be best friends After tonight I’ll never see you again Well adjusted to excess Talking all about success Chauffeur to your next event I feel so small This evening’s only started I wish you’d call Take me back to my apartment Sycophants and luxury Everyone’s a somebody And I wish you were with me Pretending that we’re VIP I’m turning heads You’re left on read Soon I’ll escape Right back to bed With your head pressed Against my chest I feel so small This evening’s only started I wish you’d call Take me back to my apartment Cos this Isn’t Me This Isn’t Me I’m not here From Letras Mania