Runway Week

Runway week is on the TV
And it's like I'm watching
Pheasant through undusted glass
That I can't shoot

And there's some lady
In the fashion district of LA
Who's saying, "Everyone looks beautiful, but I guess down here that's just how they're made"

And she asks, "What would would you do without me?"
"Aren't I lovely?"
Oh, don't you know, my darling
Don't you know by now, my darling

And summer has gone and left me here with radio
Seems like I'm always
Delivering something for someone
Regardless of who I know

And music week starts tomorrow on the TV
But I sold my set
For a Smith Corona, health insurance and ??? magazines

And I wonder, "Can't they sell me?"
"Aren't I lovely?"
Oh, don't you know?
We can sell anything

Don't you know by now
We can sell anything