A sense of being what people call hot
Coming to the point of peace
Fashion and the time before
Throw out a shirt that lacked the style
Not the fact I have not outgrown the cloth
The sight of all to see
Even if the color black merges with white
Eyes cover my appearance
What color is considered
The color that must be worn
Summer comes too early
And gold seems to lack its luster
Maybe it was my shoes
That led me to lost time
If life was a fashion style
I'm outdated and forever gone.
Dressed to kill straight to the teeth
Cloaked with style
Some people look at someone
And scream out where did you get that
Those who remain
Will say the fool looks like hell
Looking sharp and smelling good
You must ask yourself
Does my butt look big in your jeans?