Always in Fashion

Always in fashion

Always in style

Always bad to the bone

Rebel rebel wild child

Take me to Vegas,

Paris, New York

My boots are all leather

My skirts are all short

My true loves’ hair is tired of my hands

With their shiny hard polish

And their glossy, hard demands

Coffee in the morning

Keep it cool but make it hot

Just a little bit of sugar

Hold the cream, not a drop

On the block they call me Jack

Since I’m really good at games

But I’m class and I’m sass

And I think you know my name