Balenciaga

A poem, by Trew Love

My body tells me I don't like you

It don't matter if you wear Gucci shoes

Moschino Versace or Jimmy Choo

My body tells me I don't like you

You may look nice in John Varvados

Tom ford and rotten tomatoes

Don't Balenciaga me

Theres's somethin' my eyes just can't see

You just keep yourself tan lejos

It's my body and it's my voice

Tellin' me to make the right choice

Now all I gotta do

Is learn to listen to you

Learn to listen to the truth

That there aint' somethin' right with you

Oh no no no oh

Ooooo Balenciaga

You make me wanna question Gaga

This ain't no joke

LOLMAO or HAHA

Katy Perry her right eye

Makes me feel some way inside

We ain't your toy Baal

Balenciaga

This fashion is some kind of worship

To respond go build an Earth ship

Goin major off the grid

This is some dark evil shit

Ooooo Balenciaga

This ain't no LOL or HAHA

Katy Perry Pfizer eye

Makes me feel some way inside

We ain't your toy Baal

Balenciaga