Your Hair's Straight But Your Boyfriend Ain't Lyrics

Here he is, the Indie King
He thinks he's so much hotter than you and me

Gas him in Lynx
The stench of CK One makes me want to be sick

You look like an extra from the Wild Wild West, yeah you do
Waistcoats and cowboy boots aren't and never have been cool, it's true
Guess how much this shit shirt costs? Far too much for one of us
If I had a penny for every high street lookalike, I'd be a happy man

They say do it, we've seen through it
We're not a Topman mannequin
They say do it, we've seen through it
We're not a Topman mannequin They say do it, we've seen through it
We're not a Topman mannequin
They say do it, we've seen through it

We'll form a mob and camp outside his house until he comes out
Thats when we will drown and then dissect him
With his own CD collection
We'll form a mob and camp outside his house until he comes out
Thats when we will drown and then dissect him
With his own CD collection

Those who boast I hate the most
Let's make a toast to fashion

Don't get excited, it's soon expired
I'm sick and tired, of all this buying

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