That's a nice shirt you have on
Especially what you consider a skirt
I'll never be someone that could fall into low class
Dropping seven thousand on a few handbags
Heavy fashion styles consumes my accounts
But of anything I can say from about myself
I'm someone that defines glamorous.
Too much jealousy will hurt everything you think
Walking in shoes that bludgeon my feet
Just enough makeup to live the ultimate dream
But with how I am and with the things I flash
I'm someone who lasted shorter than the newest trend
A living tragedy that never goes out of style.
I'll travel to those fancy fashion awards
With people that don't know what the hell is going on
Velvet chairs that flake my skin
Maybe finally I'll get the award for best kneecaps
The flashing lights that cover my every movement
All thanks to the clothing that now makes me a bitch.
