Talked to a mannequin the other day She had fuck-all to say to me, such a shame Looks are deceiving, staring at the ceiling What are you looking at that's better than me? Is it better than me? Come on, is it better than me? Ninety nine percent of the time She lives in a hand I can't understand why Ninety nine percent of the time She lives in a hand I can't understand why Talking to a statue of a little girl Who reminds me of you, such a shame Looks are deceiving, staring at the ceiling Such a great shame, looks are deceiving Now you're staring at the ceiling Ninety nine percent of the time She lives in a hand I can't understand why Ninety nine percent of the time She lives in a hand I can't understand why Ninety nine Ninety nine Ninety nine It's always ninety nine