Ode to My Clothes
Somewhere in the hills of Ireland is a Prada bag
And somewhere down the lane
There's a dog in Gucci lace
And sometimes I think that I will
Lose sleep at night
Cause it's hard
Yes it's hard
To say good-bye to my clothes
My clothes
Nobody knows things
Like my clothes
My telephone-life in the
Back of my jeans
Nobody knows
How I feel today
How I feel today
So now
Now that they're gone
In the hills of Ireland
So long
So long
This was an ode
To my clothes
"Bye bye clothes"
Writer/s: TORI ELLEN AMOS
