Ode To My Clothes

Somewhere in the hills of Ireland

There's a Prada bag

and somewhere down the lane there's a dog in Gucci lace

and sometimes I think that I will lose sleep at night

cause it's hard, yes it's hard

to say goodbye to my clothes



my clothes

nobody knows things like my clothes

my telephone life in the back of my jeans

nobody knows how I feel today

how I feel today



So now, now that there gone in the hills of Ireland

So long, So long

this was an ode to my clothes