They come to you with a fashion parade stand in a line stand in a line.
They pick you out one by one, really happy with what they've done,
all trying to be individuals, losing out cos they're all the same..
Different clothes don't make you change, it's not what you wear it's what's inside,
all caught up in a fashion parade, their whole lifestyle's in a daze.
You try and stand out in a crowd, in your clothes you feel real proud,
doesn't matter what people think, your on the edge your on the brink.
© tabby 2004