Christian Dior, you wasted your life On aroma and clothes, fabric and dyes Christian Dior, you wasted your life On grandeur and style, and making the poor, rich smile You could have run wild on the backstreet's of Lyon Or Marseilles, reckless and legless and stoned Impregnating women or kissing mad street boys from Napoli Who couldn't even write their own name Christian Dior, you wasted your life Sensually stroking the weaves of a sleeve You could have run wild on the backstreet's of Lyon Or Marseilles, reckless and legless and stoned Impregnating women or kissing mad street boys from Napoli Who couldn't even spell their own name Oh, Christian Dior Oh, Christian Dior When you look at me, failure is all that you see I discipline my days just like Christian Dior I could've run loudly and proudly or forcible entry And morally bankrupt and never non-violent And drawn to what scares me, and scared of what bores me Years alone will never be returned, Christian Dior Lyonise maverick, ah Design if you can, ah The way to just be a man, ah To just be a man, ah Christian Dior Christian Dior Christian Dior
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