Letra de A question of style (feat ashee dee)

Look at you, standing there
Get over yourself, I don´t care
Well excuse me, I´m speaking my mind
Please, you are just wasting my time.

I can´t stand your style.
You couldn´t walk a mile, in my shoes.
Take a look at what you wish you could be.
The only thing I wish for is to be me.

Little miss stuck up, listen to this.
Before you do, don´t call me miss.
Saw you wearing that two days ago.
You take so much notice now that is low.

Cherry cola lip gloss, that´s so mine.
You´re just jealous ´cause on me it looks fine.
A Louis Vuitton bag, you claim to be real.
I won´t tell your natural colour, You got a deal.

My shoe collection ain´t 70 pairs
Size seven foot?, yeah, you wanna share?
My fathers a millionaire.
So is mine.
My horse is a champion.
Mines one of a kind.

I, kinda like your style.
You, can borrow my shoes for a while.
Take a look at the next big thing.
You and me unstoppable, like you never seen.