a million people realize there's better things to do
than wasting their whole lives being accessible to you
like throwing off their clothes and marching down the avenue
singing "i'm in new york city, don't i look so pretty? hey!"
Loveís like a runway but which one do I love more?
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior!
Loveís like a runway, so whatís all the fussing for?
Letís stop chasing them boys and shop some more!
I don't know when to start or when to stop
My luck's like a button
I can't stop pushing it
My head feels light
But I'm still in the dark
Seems like without tenderness there's something missing
Where is the
Where is it?
Who wants to try a bottle of merc's "Extroversion Olive Oil?"