Seven or Eleven

I put my clothes on, I take them off I buy some new ones without a thought Beggars can't be choosers but I'm on my knees Show me something that I haven't bought this week Any color, any size To match your haircut or complexion or your eyes And nothing says success like an excessive waste I'm sure I'll find another suit to suit my taste It doesn't really suit me anyway Tell me that you love my style Say you like my figure Seven or eleven Or maybe even bigger Oh, tell me where you got your outfit from Oh, tell me where you got your outfit from I saw a film once, so I got the book And read the first page then I had enough Maybe I could finish it another day Maybe it gets better on the second page Satisfaction guaranteed Buy a hundred then a hundred more and get one free Make sure I tell all my friends I got it first Show me what you really think your money's worth Show you what I think I'm really worth I could buy a raincoat, but I can't change the weather And I don't want to hurt you but I look so good in leather Take my money now because when it's gone, it's gone Baby, if you break it get a better one I never thought that I'd need to mention I don't care about these things, I'm craving some attention Then you told me in the back seat Of your friends' car that you loved me Maybe you should get a better one Tell me that you love my style Say you like my figure Seven or eleven Or maybe even bigger Oh, tell me where you got your outfit from Oh, tell me where you got your outfit from In my bottom draw I keep a string of things I never use And there's space for just one more so tell me where your outfit's from And I'll buy it again and again, and again, and again I really like your style And girl I would kill for that figure Seven or eleven seems far too big But I'm dying for bigger Now tell me Oh, where'd you really get your outfit from? Oh, tell me where you got your outfit from I don't need it but I want it Tell me where'd you get your outfit from?