Paroles de Fashion Weak

I just can't cope With the style of NY London places me In the end of the fork But you still think it's nice The streets of Berlin Just make me sick Think of Milano Everbody is slick You just can't compete Fashion weak You are so vain Fashion weak You are trash, baby Yes, you are You make me sick From the catwalks Out in LA You go for What in Paris people say But something still missing Shake shake shake To the trumpet Throught the magazine You dress Tibet But you're nowhere to be found Fashion weak You are so vain Fashion weak You are trash, baby Yes, you are You make me sick Fashion weak You are so vain Fashion weak You are trash, baby Yes, you are You make me sick Fashion weak You are so vain Fashion weak You are trash, baby Yes, you are You make me sick