Resistant to Style

(to Addicted to Love)

Your shoes are brown,
Your pants are black
Your tie,
It lacks a tack
You part your hair,
What’s left of it
Another blouse
That doesn’t fit

You can't dress,
Accessorize.
There's no doubt,
It’s not your size.
Your belt is tight,
And you can't breathe.
Another notch,
You’ll start to bleed.

Whoa, you like to think that you're the queen of the Nile, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you’re lookin’ kind of vile
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're resistant to style.

You see the sales,
And then you’ll spend.
You search
The bargain bin.
Your faux pas
Is going rogue.
Garanimals
Are not in vogue.

The mother load
You’ll mine all day.
Fashion sense
Not on display.
If there are stripes
And puffy shirts.
You’ll wear them all
With poodle skirts.

Whoa, you like to think that you're the queen of the Nile, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you’re lookin’ kind of vile
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're resistant to style.
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© 2009 Warren Baker
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