Runway week is on the TV

And it's like I'm watching

Pheasant through undusted glass

That I can't shoot

And there's some lady

In the fashion district of LA

Who's saying, "Everyone looks beautiful, but I guess down here that's just how they're made"

And she asks, "What would would you do without me?"

"Aren't I lovely?"

Oh, don't you know, my darling

Don't you know by now, my darling

And summer has gone and left me here with radio

Seems like I'm always

Delivering something for someone

Regardless of who I know

And music week starts tomorrow on the TV

But I sold my set

For a Smith Corona, health insurance and ??? magazines

And I wonder, "Can't they sell me?"

"Aren't I lovely?"

Oh, don't you know?

We can sell anything

Don't you know by now

We can sell anything