Ode to My Clothes

[Verse]

Somewhere in the hills of Ireland there's a Prada bag

And somewhere down the lane there's a dog in Gucci lace

And sometimes I think that I will lose sleep at night

'Cause it's hard, yes, it's hard to say goodbye to my clothes

My clothes, nobody knows things like my clothes

My telephone life in the back of my jeans

Nobody knows how I feel today, how I feel today

So now, now that they're gone in the hills of Ireland

So long, so long

This was an ode to my clothes

[Outro]

"Bye-bye, clothes"