Give me designer love
Cut to fit me like a glove
no tearing seams
No fraying themes
That lead me down
The wrong cat walks
Displaying like a clown
My crown of dreams
Give me designer love
That I can wear and hold around me
But the wind has blown my cloak off
I've been the standing joke of
The town, the clown
Who cared for one unshared
By one
Or two or none
I've come full circle
In the whirlwind
Of chance
And ended up in France
With finance
but no fine romance
Only cattle fed
Catastrophe
But I'll let that be
Because designer love is not for me
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