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 backstreets of Lyon or Marseille

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 backstreets of Lyon or Marseille

Reckless and legless and stoned

Impregnating women

Or kissing mad street boys from Napoli

Who couldn't even spell the wrong name

Oh, Christian Dior

Oh, Christian Dior

Aaahoosh!

Aaahoosh!

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 entrian

Morally bankrupt

And never known violent

And drawn to what scares me

And scared of what bores me

Years alone will never be returned.

Christian Dior

Lionise maverick, ah

Design if you can, ah

The way to just be a man, ah

To just be a man, ah

Christian Dior x4