High town - high street connections With clothes at the top of my list You could steal things from the jewelry department But you can't take kind or steal a kiss As I flit from shop window to window I'm trying to pick up a friendly bargin But it's not like the adverts all make out And there's no one to greet you as a friend
I dress myself for the part I smile but it just don't work Something about my face - must just be the wrong shape I better try another brand pretty quick
I'm haunted by the colours and holding a reminder that I must be inadequate High town - high street connection With clothes at the top of my list
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