A question of style

LETRA

A question of style

Look at you, standing there
Get over yourself, I don't care
Well excuse me, I'm speaking my mind
Please, you are just wasting my time.

I can't stand your style.
You couldn't walk a mile, in my shoes.
Take a look at what you wish you could be.
The only thing I wish for is to be me.

Little miss stuck up, listen to this.
Before you do, don't call me miss.
Saw you wearing that two days ago.
You take so much notice now that is low.

Cherry cola lip gloss, that's so mine.
You're just jealous 'cause on me it looks fine.
A Louis Vuitton bag, you claim to be real.
I won't tell your natural colour, You got a deal.

My shoe collection ain't 70 pairs
Size seven foot?, yeah, you wanna share?
My fathers a millionaire.
So is mine.
My horse is a champion.
Mines one of a kind.

I, kinda like your style.
You, can borrow my shoes for a while.
Take a look at the next big thing.
You and me unstoppable, like you never seen.