Geri Halliwell

Geri Halliwell - Heaven And Hell (Being Geri Halliwell) lyrics

Have a drink, alcoholic

Grab a coat, shopaholic

Grab a bite, anorexic

Intellectual, I'm dyslexic

Feeling happy, could be gay

Maybe, but not today

Right or wrong, either way

Whatever

So you think you wanna be famous

So you think you wanna drive my car

Don't you know you've gotta be shameless

Baby if you wanna be a star

(Oh oh, uh huh, oh oh)

I'm just a girl I wanna live for ever

I'm gonna to learn how to fly

(Newsflash)

Fifteen minutes, show me what you're made of

Fifteen minutes, what are you afraid of

Seen it, done it, wanna know the trade-off

It's heaven, it's hell, being Geri Halliwell

Get a job, get a car

Get a life, get a face

Get a god, get a man

Get some love

And lose some weight

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So you know you wanna be famous

You keep on knocking, but you can't get in

And once you get it, how you gonna keep it

Don't you know it's not enough to win

Fifteen minutes, show me what you're made of

Fifteen minutes, what are you afraid of

Seen it, done it, wanna know the trade-off

It's heaven, it's hell, being Geri Halliwell

Fifteen minutes, show 'em you can do it

Fifteen minutes, are you gonna screw it

Seen it, done it, is there nothing to it

It's heaven, it's hell, being Geri Halliwell

(I just want to be loved by you)

I'm just a girl I wanna live for ever

I'm gonna learn how to fly

Fifteen minutes, show me what you're made of

Fifteen minutes, what are you afraid of

Seen it, done it, wanna know the trade-off

It's heaven, it's hell, being Geri Halliwell

Fifteen minutes, show 'em you can do it

Fifteen minutes, are you gonna screw it

Seen it, done it, is there nothing to it

It's heaven, it's hell

The only difference between you and I

(It's heaven, it's hell, yeah))

Is you get deadlines and I get headlines

(It's heaven, it's hell, yeah)

And you know what, you're so hip it hurts

(Being Geri Halliwell)

(You like me, you really really like me)

Spoken:

Get the job, get the car, get the money,

Get the looks, get the scale, get the right weight

Except when I've got PMS which is like today!

Why don't I just shut the fuck up

Does my bum look fat, no just don't mention the fat word

You know I just want someone to kiss me

Without selling it to the paper

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