All This Fashion

All the pretty boys you callWont keep you warm at all when winter hits the fallHair doth not a lover makeYour gentle lashes shakeYour dainty ankles quakeBut oh ill be aroundWhen all this fucking fashion brings you downTo pick your pretty heart right off the groundWhen they take you on the townWith their designer crownsThey'll only bring you downAnd all their cash can't buy you from my armsLets say hard triumph over charmsLets send these spoiled brats to face the factsAnd jog the ??Oh ill be aroundWhen all this name dropping brings you downTo pick your pretty heart right off the ground