Shallow

I get my religion on Sunday morning TV
I rate people on the street out of ten, based on whether they'd sleep with me
I never had time for the code of the oh so cool
I never passed the grade at chat up charm school

All my clothes are from your ex-boyfriend
I bought them at the Slavos which is where you dumped him
You replaced him with a whole new habbit
You dull the pain and dance under the influence of coloured tablets

I bought books by Jean Paul Satre, but I never read them
They look good next to my new Nintendo
You tried to insult me by spreading vicious rumour
You just don't understand my very strange sense of humour