Christian Dior You wasted your life On aroma and clothes Fabric and dyes
Christian Dior You wasted your life On grandeur and style Making the poor rich smile
You could have run wild On the backstreets of Lyon or Marseille 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 backstreets of Lyon or Marseille 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 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