I’ve Had Enough Herbert Grönemeyer

Now you're such a splendid actress
You can play all the parts on your own
No extra, I'll be
In the crowd scene around your home

You think that you're really 'something'
Just like in George's song
Your magic is gunned down
So partner, you just hopalong

And all your excuses, your sniffles and sorries
Are blatantly crocodile tears
And your lament, rehearsed so well
's not touching me

Excuse me if I was yawning
I've seen your tricks so much
The wages of sin, not worth spending on you
I'm saving up

Your scenery's flat and
Your show is so boring
It's always the same old act
The flowers at the stagedoor
Are from me, Mr. Missed Opportunity