you walk in the room and all eyes are on you
the labels label you, trends and you are like glue
your head is held up high you're feeling quite blue
your skin smells fresher than the morning dew
you walk in the room with your fashionable swagger
oblivious to the fact you stepped on a beggar
with each move you could swear you were mick jagger
you sit down and order an ice cold lager
this is the life you have always wished for
now that you have it you hate it to the core
if you could have your life back you would take it im sure
you think about it with each drink you pour
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