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 mustache
We got
The energy to make it last
We are
Getting ass-fucked for the fucking cash
We got
No heart, substance
We're just a shell of fashion
Fashion!
Fashion!
Fashion!
We are
A painting with a fake mustache
We got
The energy to make it last
We are
Getting ass-fucked for the fucking cash
We got
No heart, substance
We're just a shell of fashion
Fashion!
Fashion!
Fashion!
Party's over, get the fuck out of my house
I know I need this, I know I need this
Party's over, get the fuck out of my house
I know I need this, I know I need this