Lyrics

Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you coming out of the shop
And climbing into that 4 X 4?
Is that you in the designer gear
Is that you, or has another year ravaged my brain?
We had a four-year relationship
I’d like to call ’em good times but they were mostly shit
You were never happy unless I was jealous
Aggressively flirting with the other fellas all the time
I think you thought it gave you power and that equalled love
But of course, it turned sour
So I left. What did you expect?
Cos you’ve got to hang on to some self-respect, right?
Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you walking down the street
And turning into that coffee shop?
Is that you? You’re still looking good!
And I confess that I probably would
Is that you?
Is that you?
We had a life that you thought quixotic
Now your face is the colour of a bag of wotsits
We used to be so close
But you’re like a character in a book I read
A long long time ago
And I’m kind of ashamed to care
Whether that’s you sitting over there or not
Looking strangely hot, though I know you’re cold
Your bloke arrives – he’s like Michael Douglas old
Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?
Come on, Donna – is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?
Is that you?
Oi oi, Tracy – is that you?