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
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