Letra de Window Shopping For New Clothes

Intuition tells me About the kind of clothes I should wear But intuition won't help me To become a self made millionaire There's always someone on the phone Getting stupid undone Wants to know what can't be go I don't care Never say your sorry Let science turn your head Cos when you start to worry Then you're better off being dead Intuition tells me Of the ways I can cut my hair But intuition can't help me Because its seldom there