Rogue Traders - Fashion

Fashion is the only cure, it always leaves you wanting more
Fashion people know the score
Fashion is the only cure, it always leaves you wanting more
Fashion people know the score

Fashion!

I'm just a slave to it all

Walkin' down the street feeling like she is complete
She's got her Gucci-Prada-Louis-Samba isn't that neat?
She thinks that everyone is looking as she's passing them by
And everything looks better with heels three-inches high

Fashion! Step back
Every street's a catwalk when you're looking like that

I'm just a slave to it all
Get rich, stick hitch, give me another hit
I'm just a slave to it all
It's your, some more, fashion's the only cure

Walking down the street with her new man on the scene
She's laughing joking smiling hoping everyone sees
She's got the perfect guy to match her image, all right
She loves it she sees the girls have envious eyes

Fashion! Step back
Every street's a catwalk when you're looking like that
Fashion! It's so cool
And life is like a video and magazine shoot

I'm just a slave to it all
Get rich, stick hitch, give me another hit
I'm just a slave to it all
it's your, some more, fashion's the only cure
I'm just a slave to it all
Get rich, stick hitch, give me another hit
I'm just a slave to it all
It's your, some more, fashion's the only cure

Fashion is the only cure, it always leaves you wanting more
Fashion people know the score
Fashion is the only cure, it always leaves you wanting more
Fashion people know the score

Fashion!

I'm just a slave to it all
Get rich, stick hitch, give me another hit
I'm just a slave to it all
It's your, some more, fashion's the only cure

I'm just a slave to it all
Every street's a catwalk when you're looking like that
I'm just a slave to it all
It's your, some more

Fashion!

Written by:
JAMIE GRAHAM APPLEBY, MELINDA JEAN APPLEBY

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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