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
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