It’s all the same to me,
I mean,
I just don’t care,
So some spoilt hotelier’s daughter forgets her underwear.
Does that warrant: the full front page?
Gory details on page three?
The air head bitch can scratch her itch,
In the ceaseless paparazzi blitz.
Dress her shaven window on the world.
Drink and drive, repent and mend,
Buy a friend and start a trend.
It’s all the same to me,
I mean,
I just don’t care!
But if you want to sell me a newspaper,
Don’t go there!