She's out for the day
Time for foul horse play
Behind the catwalk parade
She's into the night
Loves the rush and the high
She sticks it into her toes
So nobody knows,
She's up to the wire
She's selling fascination, sensation
In her Empire line
Sells emaciation, phoenician,
Gia's girl's so fine
She's out for the count
Fashion's too hard to tout
The old heroin chic is out
She's up to her to her neck
The junked out look's out of date
With rings on her fingers
A kiss for a nose
She's turned out a wreck
She's spreading like a flower
The Glamour
Up against the walls
Down the corridors of power
She's seductive, productive
