World Of Fashion Lyrics

'Couples' is so dirty is that what sex is like past thirty

All that talk and no-action his embarrassing erection

A monkey climbs a flagpole his electric hair remover

In the bedroom painting flowers starting missing his kids

Purposefully drawing blood from the showroom next door

His wife's a dish I'd love to send back to ask for more

An abandoned tennis court seeing Chester in winter

Passing porn around the campfire carving hearts into bark



'99 paralysed

With the constant use of fur

Adventurous thirties

Dirty looks from the over seventy

Who dress so scandalous

Forty pages of photographs

Would you ask the new appointed king

If he'd ever fucked Karen

Even in that famous dress

Drinking in a hotel room



Have you seen the new collection

I'd say he's back on form

The duchess says we're welcome there

Though we'd have to ride with de malaise

Your beauty in the evening air

More terrible than Blake's Tyger

Now I'm in I never want to leave

A world entirely worn of silk

I will not be tempted

I am poetry incarnate