Christian Dior

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 smileYou 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 nameChristian Dior, you wasted your life

Sensually stroking the weaves of a sleeveYou 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 nameOh, Christian Dior

Oh, Christian DiorWhen you look at me, failure is all that you see

I discipline my days just like Christian DiorI 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 DiorLyonise maverick, ah

Design if you can, ah

The way to just be a man, ah

To just be a man, ahChristian Dior

Christian Dior

Christian Dior

Christian Dior