Life thru a Lens Robbie Williams

[Chorus]
Wake up on Sunday morning
Everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens

[Verse 1]
Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black
She shouldn't wear this, he shouldn't wear that
Pleasure at leisure
Make mine a double measure with friends
Fashion tardis down at Quo Vadis
Who laughs the longest, who tries the hardest
Pleasure at leisure
Make mine a double measure with friends

[Pre-Chorus]
Just because I ain't double barrelled
Don't mean I haven't travelled well
Can't you tell?
Oh now, it's quite appalling
Your conversation is boring as hell
Oh well

[Chorus]
Wake up on Sunday morning
And everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens
And now your boyfriend's suspicious
So go home and wash the dishes
And wash them well
So he can't tell