by Rachelle de Bretagne

Created on: May 12, 2007   Last Updated: May 16, 2007

Walking down in style
In the fashion aisle,
Faces unexpressed,
Just the way they're dressed.
Doesn't any movement
Turn in my direction,
Look for my inspection,
I don't know.

In their eyes so blind,
Keeping work in mind,
Walking works of art,
From the very start,
Where's that sense of fun,
When it's said and done,
No one makes the world go round like you.

Walking down in style,

In the fashion aisle,
Faces unexpressive,
Make up is excessive.
Doesn't what their feeling,
Have to be revealing,
In their movement showing,
That they care.

In their eyes so blinded,
No one really minded,
Looking like princesses,
Out in summer dresses,
Though the air is cool,
Take me for a fool,
Looking for expression,
In their eyes.

Walking down in style,
In the fashion aisle,
Faces unexpressive,
Movements are excessive,
What's the point of trying,
When my love is dying,
For a moments passion,
In her eyes.

Legs that show they're tender,
Waists that are too slender,
Faces that don't matter,
With the pitter patter,
Heels upon the catwalk,
Music that impels them,
Walking in a style of
Empty souls

Walking down in style
In the fashion aisle,
Movements are excessive,
Eyes are not expressive.
What's the point of trying,
With a love that's dying,
Models on a catwalk,
Not real love.

Not real love.

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