Christian Dior

Christian Dior, you wasted your life

On aroma and clothes, fabric and dyes

Christian Dior, you wasted your life

On grandeur and style, and making the poor, rich smile



You could have run wild on the backstreet's of Lyon

Or Marseilles, reckless and legless and stoned

Impregnating women or kissing mad street boys from Napoli

Who couldn't even write their own name



Christian Dior, you wasted your life

Sensually stroking the weaves of a sleeve



You could have run wild on the backstreet's of Lyon

Or Marseilles, reckless and legless and stoned

Impregnating women or kissing mad street boys from Napoli

Who couldn't even spell their own name



Oh, Christian Dior

Oh, Christian Dior



When you look at me, failure is all that you see

I discipline my days just like Christian Dior



I could've run loudly and proudly or forcible entry

And morally bankrupt and never non-violent

And drawn to what scares me, and scared of what bores me

Years alone will never be returned, Christian Dior



Lyonise maverick, ah

Design if you can, ah

The way to just be a man, ah

To just be a man, ah



Christian Dior

Christian Dior

Christian Dior

Christian Dior