I have to prepare
to get my ass out and the rags I wear.
A well attended fashion show.
I see my baby sitting in the front row.
Click,
click,
click,
click,
a flash,
flash,
flash.
I'm getting dazzled by this terrible
flash.
Can't see no edges, oh what can I do?
Got no idea, so I'm looking at you.
I'm strutting further,
strutting further, I'm strutting further.
Strutting on the catwalk.
I think I got it all done.
But when I fall down,
my baby is gone.
Left to pass.
It's on the catwalk,
where I'm losing my sight.
If I don't turn,
I'll be a single tonight.
Backstage again, I put another dress on.
Somebody calls me, your mom's on the phone.
I'm sorry honey, your rabbit is dead.
Daddy was hungry, the taste was not bad.
Cry, cry, cry, cry, it's shame, shame, shame.
I have to keep on with the fashion game.
So confused and blinded again.
I try to walk straight and look for my man.
I'm strutting further,
strutting further, I'm strutting further.
I'm strutting on the catwalk.
I think I got it all done.
If I get it all done.
But
when I fall down,
my baby is gone.
Tell me why you hold me.
It's on the catwalk,
where I'm losing my sight.
I can see nothing here at all.
If I don't turn, I'll be a single tonight.
No, no, I don't want to be single, no.
I'm strutting further, strutting further,
I don't want to be single, no.