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You've a certain sartorial eloquence And a style that's almost of your own You've got the knack of being so laid-back It's like talking
my pearls But your eyes on the prize is the breath of my world Our sartorial strut as we move to the tunes Mixes the red of your whisper into
a size-sixteen supermodel With sartorial special needs Like an activist in ermine A hunt-saboteur in tweeds No matter what I dress it in Cut my skin - it still
the sartorial regard Hardly afforded me in the cause Of flossing this tall drink-of-water when Dressing my cadaver in the morgue I'll be on that drab, metal slab
aw funny that's sartorial excellence As dreich a night as this you'll recognise him walking hame Cos Andra is the singer who wears flip flops in
a mile! One model dude, a sartorial wow! Strolling round the farm - he’s on a catwalk now! Chorus Puss in Boots..... Verse 3 He’ll make a fortune!
designer that you want to be flashing That wanna be so cool shit, operating in the sartorial Meanwhile, I'm over here with the allegorical That which I hit
These are the things that weigh me down I always come back to the sauropod Pondering the kipper tie Bottom or top of his lengthy neck Which sartorial
When I met you, I was too young No experience with your kind of fun I had no resistance to your sartorial flair Can I be blamed if I went and got me
paprika dress A sartorial elegance and a Dickensian gentility With such a fiery prowess This one says I'm a player Clever and oh so precise Should I care
while waiting for the light to turn, confidence oozes out his ears, like a bloodhound with a sartorial aesthetic. his senses, more refined now in
paprika dress A sartorial elegance and a Dickensian gentility With such a fiery prowess This one says I'm a player Clever and oh so precise Should I care
Well I'm a tall eccentric man Some things I do because I can I'm sartorial and well bred I was born miles ahead I was born miles ahead I'm
of pain's design, in the wave of a hand Immaculately tailored, each stitch and seam A dream within darkness, a sartorial scheme Exquisite attire, a cloak
the fourth Remember to adhere to the sartorial credo Dress code a la mode is Madawaska tuxedo It's blackfly season, extreme red alert So you may accessorize
this could have been so much worse It could have been the sweatshirt I bought from Aborted A sartorial faux pas A grave miscalculation of this party's
trip He's got sartorial tips He's got his mother's hips He thinks he's going downtown And now he's smackin' his lips He's got his mother's hips He
I'm flier than the motherfucking airport Therefore they say I'm a sartorial gear whore, yeah Uh, Ascots on the tailor suits You artists throwing
the two-tone collar I knew he was a ska fan or a priest He noticed me notice and said I observe your observation Of the sartorial memorial of my spiritual
towers Shadowy staircases Spiraling like ammonites The sartorial shabbiness of Dunsany denies him a place at the occult coronation Tho' gold always rises
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