A figure like yours can get away with that 
This time of year white's so appropriate 
You've got the right walk and the attitude 
Everyone here wants to get next to you 

And I thought I was overdressed in my t-shirt and jeans 
Who's got it right? 
I don't, I don't 
Love me tonight 
You won't, you won't 

Oh this old thing? 
It's just been hanging up in a closet somewhere 
Forgot that I owned it 
Gathering dust 
And now you've gained their trust 
It's just a dress 
But we're all so impressed 

And all the while my stomach turned 
I will never learn 
But the knock on the door 
Fashion can't be ignored 
So I'll sing of my pain 
Like a gospel refrain 

I don't believe that you've got nothing to wear 

Sold all I had 
Became an anarchist 
Shaved my head 
Got tattooed to the wrist 
Founded a cult 
Then got political 
Started a trend 
And made important friends 
Millionares wore linen shirts 
Clawing in the tide
Oh the knock on the door says it won't be ignored 
So I'll sing of my pain 'cause I don't want to stay here with you 

I don't believe that you've got nothing to wear 
I've seen your closet, decadence resides there 

The voice of reason 
We showed you photographs 

I think you're angry 
Because I had the last laugh

I'll see you tomorrow 
Your looks could kill me then 
You know I'll break down 
The circus will not end