Fashion (feat. Janelle Monáe)

Flyin' on a big jet plane

Gonna make it in the land of milk and honey

Oh, when you called and said you're on your way

Gonna stake your claim

Make your money

I'm picturin' you feel Manolos on your feet

Struttin' cool down Carnaby Street, oh

What a body

What a woman

Putty in your hand

All your one night stands

You just a

You gotta keep them comin'

Yeah, 'cause she's in fashion

She's chic

She's a belle nouvelle on Boogie street

She's in fashion, la freak

She's a belle nouvelle on Boogie street

And she's a' my queen, yeah

There's more to life than sex appeal

But sometimes it takes an angel to remember

Oh, and this lady she's the real deal

On the cover from December to December

Though her eyes

Reveal her vainity

She's got soul, she's got class and originality

She's got style and a personality

And she wears it on her sleeve

'Cause she's in fashion

She's chic and

She's a belle nouvelle on Boogie street

She's in fashion, la freak

She's a belle nouvelle on Boogie street

And she's my queen

When I pull up on the scene

My tuxedo, too clean

Red nail, red lips, five rings

And I keep my cuffs thicker than a bold magazine

Car like a felon in the back looking mean

We taking off in a dirty limousine

You ever met a girl with her pedals in the sand

Or wear a suit and tie way better than a man

Kansas to Atlanta to London into Copacabana

Electric ladies

(Takin' mine, and not your Mercedes) She's in a fashion

She's chic

Oh, she's a belle nouvelle on Boogie street

She's in fashion, la freak

Oh, she's a belle nouvelle on Boogie street

And she's my queen

She's my queen

Lady is my queen

She's my queen

Your majesty