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A figure like yours can get away with that This time of year white's so appropriate You've got the right walk and the attitude Everyone here wants to get next to you And I thought I was overdressed in my t-shirt and jeans Who's got it right? I don't, I don't Love me tonight You won't, you won't Oh this old thing? It's just been hanging up in a closet somewhere Forgot that I owned it Gathering dust And now you've gained their trust It's just a dress But we're all so impressed And all the while my stomach turned I will never learn But the knock on the door Fashion can't be ignored So I'll sing of my pain Like a gospel refrain SongtexteI don't believe that you've got nothing to wear Sold all I had Became an anarchist Shaved my head Got tattooed to the wrist Founded a cult Then got political Started a trend And made important friends Millionares wore linen shirts Clawing in the tide Oh the knock on the door says it won't be ignored So I'll sing of my pain 'cause I don't want to stay here with you I don't believe that you've got nothing to wear I've seen your closet, decadence resides there The voice of reason We showed you photographs I think you're angry Because I had the last laugh I'll see you tomorrow Your looks could kill me then You know I'll break down The circus will not end Aus Songtexte Mania