In Fashion - Gregory Porter

You wear a black leather belt

That holds the waist I used to hold

Your colours fade

But not the colour of your jeans

You wear a hat with pretty swirls

The envy of the other girls

You change you shades before

The day turns into eve

Think I better let it go

Think I better let it go

Cos I’m thinking I’m last years runway passion

No longer in fashion

And I find myself obsessed

By how you dress

And whom you see when you’re without me

We’re never caught in picture frames

The paparazzi know our names

They know like fashion

Our love is not for real

The weathers fine but in your mind

You need that flare and so you wear

Big blue fur and feathered hair

To fit your skin

Think I better let it go

Think I better let it go

Cos I’m thinking I’m last years runway passion

No longer in fashion

And I find myself obsessed

By how you dress

And whom you see when you’re without me

Yes I find myself obsessed

By how you dress

And whom you see when you’re without me

Think I better let it go

Think I better let it go

Cos I’m thinking I’m last years runway passion

No longer in fashion

And I find myself obsessed

By how you dress

And whom you see when you’re without me

Oh I find myself obsessed

By how you dress

And whom you see when you’re without me

Yes I find myself obsessed

By how you dress

And whom you see when you’re without me