All This Fashion - Say Anything

All the pretty boys you call

Won’t keep you warm at all

When winter hits the fall

Hair doth not a lover make

Your gentle lashes shake

Your dainty ankles quake

But oh, I’ll be around

When all this fucking fashion brings you down

To pick your pretty heart right off the ground.

When they take you on the town

With their designer crowns

They’ll only bring you down

And all their cash can buy you from my arms

Let’s play heart triumphs over charms

Let’s send these spoiled brats to face the feds and gendarme.

Oh, I’ll be around

When all this name dropping brings you down

To pick your pretty heart right off the ground.

Oh, I’ll be around

When all this fucking fashion brings you down

To pick your pretty heart right off the ground.