(A lone voice whispers)
Now I’ve left
Quai Voltaire
In Paris
And can no longer
In your world stay
If I ever hurt
Any of you
My skinny runway
models
Or singers
With anything I
Once said
Within that old
life
Filled with such intellectual sexiness
I’ll still
understand
If you still want
me
To just go away
But what am I to do
If I can’t have any
of you
Will you all just leave
me
Eternally broken
hearted
I’m still just
trying to be someone
You can still
Love trust and
understand
Please
Put my picture on
that
Diamond and
mirrored
Chanel table
And by the Gods
Of Haute Couture
Let me be your white-haired guy again
Things I know
always
Change
I’m sorry for all the
newspapers
Lies
The fake news and gaslighting
On social media
I now know
This designer love
I’ve lost is real
It’s why I’m still fighting
This is no way for
a guy
To carry on
In here
I need you all back
Claudia
Stella
Baptiste
Lily-Rose
Kaia
Cara and
Linda
My
Beautifully lit runway
awaits
To make it how it
used to be
Like in London
Los Angeles
Australian
Berlin
Tokyo
Lakme
Madrid
Or New York Fashion Week
Just give me a chance
When you get here
Sing to me
My fashionista’s
Blessed Be
Oh Blessed Be
Come to me
My fashionista’s
Oh Blessed Be
Come to me
Sing to me
If you no longer
greave
But if you no
longer
Want me to stay
around
I’ll put on my all-black deep rectangular sunglasses
And just walk away
If in me you now
No longer believe
If I ever hurt you
My fantastically
looking
Treasured friends
from my
Beloved fashion
world
I’ll understand if
you
No longer want to
play
But what am I to do
If I can’t have any
of you
Will you leave me
Wearing my sharp slim
black suits
Starchy
white shirts and
fingerless black gloves
Just eternally brokenhearted
I’m just trying to
be someone
You can still love and
trust in
Like Fendi
The House of Chanel
Diesel
Valentino
Charles Jourdan
Chloé
Krizia
H&M
Hogan
Macy
And Falabella
Amongst many
Just try to still
understand
Let me be your guy
With the impenetrable gaze
Distinctive and elegant dress code
And the striking white
hair
Like in the golden
days
Of 83 at Chanel
Things will change
Like then
I’m sorry for the
sad stories
The fake news and gaslighting
About Choupette
I now know
This love I’ve lost
is a big deal
It’s why I’m
fighting
To still seem real
This is no way for
a guy
Like me
A visionary
A trailblazer
To carry on
I need just someone
back
Some people to
dress
Elisabeth and Jacques
Keep me company
in here
Hidden beyond
your world
I see it's lost
its style
If editors of
Vogue
Would simply
tell the truth
And confess
I just miss the
electricity and smell of the
Runways and
catwalks
The endless
sketching
Painting and
designing
Will you
Come to me
My Luna
Even though you
can’t
I’ll still wait
To make it how it
used to be
Just give me a
chance
When any of you
Get here
Like in Paris when
I used to breathe and talk
Someday
We’ll be reborn in
a new place
Where we can live
together
Like we did like fashionista cowboys
Shooting up all the
world fashion scene
Like Germanic Parisian’s
Lost in Texas
Sing to me
O Blessed Be
Summerland is now the new Carnival of Venice
Where I myself and my caricature
Now live
Just beyond its bright lights
I’ll wait for you
Just like I used to do at
Old Monte Carlo Boulevard
But until then
Au revoir
From
Radio Station K109
Of the Great In-Between
When you get here
Look for my diamond and mirrored
Flashing sign
Remember me
All my beautifully
skinny
Cover girls
Claudia
Stella
Baptiste
Lily-Rose
Kaia
Cara
Linda and my favourite
Luna
The man with the magnificent
attitude and
Charismatic stylish
snarl
Who’ll never go out
of fashion
Kaiser Karl
O’Blessed Be
Remember me
(C)
John Duffy
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