High-Waisted Heaven

I don’t like Penny’s
Don’t care for Kohls
Fuck a Sears catalogue
I got my French Vogue
J’adore Dior
I live for couture
Strap on a stiletto
And kick down the doors

Chorus:
Keep your plain white tees
And faded, baggy denim
Gimme! Gimme! A high-waisted pant
I’m in heaven!

Uncle Karl Coco’s my Chanel Iman
Lady Miuccia lights my fire
Elbaz drops the waist
And Galliano flaunts my desire
I live in despair
Sans Ghesquiere
Take me to the tents
Hey, Diane! I’m here!

[Chorus]

Pose! Pose! Pose! Pose!
Work! Work! Work! Work!
Turn it, kill it, drop it at the gate
Bring me Tom Ford’s head on a crystal plate
Work! Pose! Work! Pose! Extend!
Fuck it, bring me Tom Ford’s dick instead