Fashion (feat. Janelle Monae)

(PAOLO NUTINI)
Flying on a big jet plane.
Gonna make it in the land of milk and honey.
Called and said you're on your way.
Gonna stake your claim.
Make your money.
I'm picturing you.
With Manolos on your feet.
Strutting cool down Carnaby Street.
What a body.
What a woman.
Putty in your hand.
All your one night stands.
You just.
You gotta keep them coming.
'Cause she's in fashing.
She's chic.
She's the belle nouvelle on Boogie Street.
She's in fashion.
Le freak.
She's the belle nouvelle on Boogie Street.
And she's my queen.
More to life than sex appeal.
But sometimes it takes an angel to remember.
Oh and this lady she's the real deal.
On the cover from December to December.
Though her eyes - reveal her vanity.
She's got soul, she's got class - and originality.
She's got style and a personality.
And she wears it on her sleeve.
'Cause she's in fashion.
She's chic.
She's a belle nouvelle on Boogie Street.
She's in fashion.
La freak.
She's a belle nouvelle on Boogie Street.
She's my queen.
(JANELLE MONAE)
When I pull up on the scene
My tuxedo too clean
Red nails, red lips, five rings
And I keep my cuffs thicker than a bold magazine
Carl Lagerfield in the back, look at me
We're taking off in a dirty limousine
You ever met a girl with Repettos in the sand?
I wear a suit and tie way better than a man
Kansas to Atlanta
From London to Copacabana
(PAOLO NUTINI)
'Cause she's in fashion.
She's chic.
She's a belle nouvelle on Boogie Street.
She's in fashion.
La freak.
She's a belle nouvelle on Boogie Street.
She's my queen.
She's my queen
The lady is my queen
She's my queen, your majesty