Fashion Victim letra

He sits alone in his world
Ideas filling his brain
Writing his book on good looks
To bring his theory acclaim
It seems to him that his friends
Are only in sight
When he's shouting the drinks
And he's looking just right
Jonathon greythorn
Had looks to die for
Perfect ab, anti flab
Plastic hair on
Gq cover was the aim
Johnny g. His new name
Maybe a film or a part
That would lead to his fame
This is a song of cliches
Like bad year ten poetry
What's wrong with plagiary?
Have you seen my face lately
My brand new identity
Now I've become my cliche
She spends twelve hours each week
Studying performing arts
Twenty two hours each week serving drinks at a bar
Every spare minute she takes
To try and hone her craft
Praying for the break
That will make a star
Cute curved katy
Was the envy of all
She made a statement
Getting drunk at the end of year ball
Looked in a mirror
But it wasn't her there
Didn't see herself
Without styled hair
This is a song of cliches
Like bad year ten poetry
What's wrong with plagiary?
Have you seen my face lately
My brand new identity
Now I've become my cliche

Compliments Of Gus - Letras

• Faithful
• Fashion Makes No Sense
• Fashion Victim
• Girl
• Hand Of Grace
• La De Da
• Mesmerised
• Sun Shine
• Sunshine
• Sweep
• Take Away
• Traitor
• Transparent
• Weirdos