Victime de la mode

Me and Curley Cooke booked a gig, nothing big

Just a little corner Joint –- but hey that's the point, you get the

Walls to sweatin', floors to shaking, and the

Girls my god, how the hearts were breaking. It was

Nothing but a party and there ain't no doubt, we were

Throwing it down we were turning them out

Just another mother night of some down home fun and the

Next thing you know we are taken on run

Victim de la mod

Victim de la mod

All about a freak by the name of Dominique, she got a

Passion for fashion, you know she's flashin in the mirror, she getting

Smaller and smaller but her picture getting clearer, In her mind

There's a camera moving nearer and nearer, but the

Eye of the beholder getting colder and colder, it's a

Prison, it's a vision, a director's decision – she gonna

Disappear herself to make herself look fine,

Next thing you know she just standing on a line, she just a

Victim de la mod

Victim de la mod

Victim de la mod

Victim de la mod

Denouement, the bottom line got declined

I called him up to say, "Hey hey my brother can you

Find me a taste of this tasty little mother?" Well

You know how the business reacts – it don't

Matter if you pushin' up the beats or beatin' up the facts, some

Times – there's just nothing, nothing to transact

From London to Paris - Berlin to Carcassonne that

Cat left me holding

Nothing but a phone, singing

Victim de la mode

Victim de la mod

Sometimes it happens