Manila, manila, who are you wearing?
Oh, I don't wear designer clothes, I wear costumes

Serve me champagne for free
Front row, don't talk to me
Gigi hadid
I'm not buying anything
All these models are 16
Can someone turn up the ac?
Miss fame, merci
Can't get your lipstick off my teeth

They're all pretending they get it
En vogue and pretentious
But no one would wear this shit
And by the time that you see it
It's so out of season
Could get it on clearance, bitch

Fuck fashion
Fuck fashion

(Let me spell it out for you)
F-u-c-k fashion
(I wear costumes)

Corsets and rubber tits
Sexy bunny, donnie darko
Fully rhinestoned marco marco
Costumes are fabulosity
You can feel any fantasy
A mermaid or a manatee
Go strut your stuff for all to see

When I step into the party
I'm not wearing givenchy
Labels don't do a thing for me
Just like that fat bitch naomi
Kendall jenner still owes me
From when I bought her diary queen

Fuck fashion
Fuck fashion

(Let me spell it out for you)
F-u-c-k fashion
(I wear costumes)

Okay, so maybe I'd walk a runway during fashion week if I was asked nicely
And fine, I suppose I'll wear this expensive garment
Gifted to me from Marc by Marc by Marc Jacobs
But only because it fits my broad back

Fuck fashion
Fuck fashion

(Let me spell it out for you)
F-u-c-k fashion
Fuck fashion
F-u-c-k fashion
Fuck fashion
F-u-c-k fashion
F-u-c-k fashion
And that, darling, is how I got into fashion

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