Hey, look at you, the way you dress
A freaky style, I need to confess
How could I stand, living with it
Well it’s true, you look like a mess
When all you want, is to impress
And show the world, you’re the exception
Heard about a million times, you recalling me
Night and days
Sounds like a non-stop racket to me
I’m holding the strings of a Manga puppet who pretends
She’s a doll, but I, am done
On and on, and on, and on
I’m burning down your wardrobe
Call that a wardrobe
On and on, and on, and on
You should forget me now
Hey, look at you, the way you dress
A freaky style, I need to confess
How could I stand, living with it
Well it’s true, you look like a mess
When all you want, is to impress
And show the world, you’re the exception
Looking back I can see all she needed was company
But I’m not, a pet, to own
On and on, and on, and on
I’m burning down your wardrobe
Call that a wardrobe
On an on, and on, and on
You should forget me, no one’s gonna get me
Why would we keep it on, when all the sparkle’s gone
We were the nutters, became the losers
I presume it’s all consumed
There’s only one way out
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