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Fashion Comes First


 

Fashion design, what I was born to do

Sketch and design is what interests me most

But styling and selling suits me too

Fashion shows, I would like to be the host

 

Watching my clothes walk down a runway show

Would be like watching my dream come alive

Models walk with the wind in their hair blow

Hoping that my fashion line will survive

 

My clothes only made from the latest trends

Fur coats and boots or short skirts and tank tops

Spring, Winter, Fall, Summer, it all depends

The only bane on fashion are flipflops

 

If an accountant is what I become,

Fashion trends first, will be my rule of thumb.

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