The Rights of Clothes

When the slow-motion stopped me
all the way home
I found my pair of pants
My pair of traps
The ones which I enslaved you in

And ever since they greeted me
For with passion being worn
Ever since this fashion born

Cry anymore they won't
The right model has been found
Never ever try to go
The right model has been found

The perfect blend of colors and vows
Ready to proclaim the rights of clothes
A little stitch here, and oh wow
Dressing will never be that gross
Take that fancy coat away
The heat is blowing us low
Down to short skirts
and blood-red gloves.