Don't speak to me of changing scenes
Or what you saw in magazines
I've watched your change
Follow every move, oh
A dancing clown
Where design turns you round
To spend a lifetime keeping hold
Of slipping years and not get old
You hear the cry but can't be told
You're only chasing
After a fashion
After a fashion
After a fashion
Hey ho, you wear it well
And if you felt the sympathy
And if you saw what othres see
Through different eyes
You might see something true, new
An emtpy shell
With no taste and no sell
You try the stance of those you know
But dance the dance of those below
You lost your grip but won't let go
You know you're chasing
After a fashion
Or what you saw in magazines
I've watched your change
Follow every move, oh
A dancing clown
Where design turns you round
To spend a lifetime keeping hold
Of slipping years and not get old
You hear the cry but can't be told
You're only chasing
After a fashion
After a fashion
After a fashion
Hey ho, you wear it well
And if you felt the sympathy
And if you saw what othres see
Through different eyes
You might see something true, new
An emtpy shell
With no taste and no sell
You try the stance of those you know
But dance the dance of those below
You lost your grip but won't let go
You know you're chasing
After a fashion
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