Baby just walking out of that fashion show
You think you’re it, you’re it
You’re fifty inches heels
You can’t walk in, walk in, walk in
Think you just saw Kate Moss
Just walking out of the backstage
Hope that cocaine, cocaine
Does you ‘till tomorrow
Tomorrow’s another fashion week day
Baby you’re just not realizing
You are standing, standing
No Gucci, Prada, Hermes, Dior invitations
Marc Jacobs doesn’t even know
Who the fuck you are
All there is to do is try and say
La Mode, la mode, la mode on camera
The better I dress the more pictures they take
The better I dress the more pictures they take
The better I dress the more pictures they take
The better I dress the more pictures they take
Hi, my name is Octavia
I’m from Russia
I’m a model and I’m tall
I love sex, I love drugs
And I got lots of lesbian friends
The better I dress the more pictures they take
The better I dress the more pictures they take
The better I dress the more pictures they take
The better I dress the more pictures they take
Hi, my name is Octavia
I’m from Russia
I’m a model and I’m tall
I love sex, I love drugs
And I got lots of lesbian friends
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