Gave birth to a fork, a string, and seven puppies
You wanted to believe I'm the one without the money
I'm out of fashion and I'm running off the deep end
You ain't never met a boy like me
I'm out of fashion and I'm running off the deep end
You ain't never met a boy like me
We are
A painting with a fake moustache
We got
The energy to make it last
We are
Getting a**-f**ed for the f**ing cash
We got
No heart, substance
We're just a shell of fashion
Fashion
Fashion
Fashion
Fashion
We are
A painting with a fake moustache
We got
The energy to make it last
We are
Getting a**-f**ed for the f**ing cash
We got
No heart, substance
We're just a shell of fashion
Fashion
Fashion
Fashion
Fashion
Party's over, get the f** out of my house
I know I need this, I know I need this
Party's over, get the f** out of my house
I know I need this, I know I need this