This Dress Kills Lyrics - Chumbawamba

I'm Judas Judy, panicking, got everything and nothing 

Happy birthday mister president I'm here to call your bluff 

From the top of the world I'm gonna jump, jump, jump 

I'm so perfectly imperfect and I did it for your love 

I'm as small as Thumbelina, sugar fairy on the cake 

Because the thinnest of excuses leave the bitterest taste 

Brittle-boned, Barbie-cued, take a piece of my heart 

When you know you haven't got it, does it make you feel good 

This dress is killing me 

Frockanoia 

(Repeat) 

I won and then I lost and then I won and then I lost 

And now I know how much a pound of flesh can cost 

And the question isn't if, but a definite when 

Do I throw my achy heart into the gutter again 

The party isn't over 'til the thin lady sings 

Critics dressed as waiters waiting in the wings 

There they'll gather like vultures to pick at the bones 

I won and then I lost and I got nothing at all 

This dress is killing me 

Frockanoia 

(Repeat)