Say Anything All This Fashion lyrics

All the pretty boys you call
Won't keep you warm at all
When winter eats the fall.
Hair doth not a lover make:
Your gentle lashes shake,
Your dainty ankles quake.
But oh,
I'll be around..
When all this fucking fashion brings you down
To pick your pretty heart
right off..
the ground.

When they take you on the town
With their designer crowns,
They'll only bring you down, and all their cash
can't buy you from my arms

Let's play hard triumphs over charms
Let's send these spoiled brats to face the feds and gendarme!
Oh, I'll be around..
When all this name dropping brings you down
To pick your pretty heart
right off..
the ground.

Ohhh, I'll be around...
When all the fucking fashion brings you down
To pick your pretty
heart
right off..
the ground