Style

I have, you see, a simple style

In my cargo shorts, a tee and a smile

My style revolves around no fancy labels

I can walk in a room and I'm still able...

To turn you on.

Fuck Versace, de la Renta, and Louis Vuitton

I'm not a slave to fashion trends

That shit starts and that shit ends

And then it's on to something new

And not one bit of it was ever "YOU"

I have, you see, a simple style

In my cargo shorts, a tee and a smile

I like 'em a little loose

It's a sensory thing for me

Don't like to feel constricted

I like my movement to feel free...

Like the wind.

Fuck a trend.

I need no one to define my style

I'm a star baby

In my cargo shorts, a tee and a smile.

I'm not knockin' you fashionista's

I'm just "doin' me"

But I'd bet you'd look damn sexy

In cargo shorts and a tee...

Then add the ultimate accessory

So very versatile

Tie the look together

With a mesmerizing smile...

But then you'd be copying me

Ha!

O-rig-in-al-ity...(pause)

That's what style is all about.