with this band, everyone's in love,
cause their tunes are covered in mauve
their libido is what they really show off
so no one asks, why their music isn’t more tough
victim poetry all the time
vanity and this body are mine
what an obvious but boring rhyme
marketing-wise, the perfect crime
I'm in the Gucci lane
I'm important, but I forgot how to talk
I carry purple bags and pink fame,
and I am the way I walk
running across the street,
cause my statement deserves a treat
shiny gympies in great shape,
I’m still terrified of rape
bought Nirvana t-shirts and socks,
and I dream of Brian Eno in my inbox
look at him, he sounds appalling
and he adores ‘London Calling’
we’ve got the power, women rule
or,
maybe skills are more useful?