It's a long and complicated story,
that i've got the time to tell you all about,
Of a girl who rose and fell from glory,
and everything she had she's now without

She started with nothing, she's ended with nothing,
apart from her migraines

Oh she's successful at failing, darling
She's a winner at losing, darling
She had everything, not quite everything

On a dry and humid summers evening,
she took the time to wander down the road
At the time she couldn't know the meaning,
of the message waiting on her answerphone

Well she can't do right for doing wrong
and it's been like this for far too long

Had she known when asked to do some overtime,
it was more than strings she wanted to be pulled
Twenty-four she thought that she was in her prime,
and that's the last time that she'll let herself be fooled