Thursday, January 29, 2009

When I Grow Up..

Now I gotta tell you something,
When i was young i want to do fashion,
But my parents told myself it was ridiculous,
Everyone in that field got so ousted.

But I ain't complaining,
I just wanna get famous,
Go ahead and tell me what you wanna wear
I know you like to wear strapless
Or even the one shouldered no less
Just as long as you would pay

When I grow up
I wanna be a seamstress
I wanna dress up stars
and be in best dressed list
When I grow up
I wanna have models
Walk my clothes
I wanna have collections
When I grow up
Be on TV
People wear me
Be on magazines
When I grow up
Vogue and Bazaar
Everything chicks could read and see me

Be careful what you wish for 'cause you just might see it
You just might wear it
You have to flaunt it

They used to tell me they're too frilly
Too modern, too structured they would tell me
I always wanted to do haute couture
And knew that Fashion Week would get me this far

* ahh that is just lil old me musing about stuff. :D of course, you gotta try singing it to the PCD's song with the same name. Inspired by it actually.





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