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 



I 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