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