I Dressed It Up Again

Fashion is crazy. Who makes it up? Fashion is, I hate it. Like the high when they wear like, a cheap car. Nobody will ever wear it ever. And you get to be a gay dude that gets fucked up on wine and cocaine every day. And you just put gibberish on a skinny lady and you hang out in the south of France. Slam boys. Not bad. Okay. So fashion mogul, obviously that tracks serial murder never gets caught. Although that'd be so much pressure, dude. Someone imagine people getting onto your skin being like, the fabrics sort of joke. It's complete shit.