Shameless, painless, nameless, brainless.

So, I guess it doesn’t hurt as much as it really should.

Shameless, painless, want to be famous.

So, I guess there’s no question,

all you want to do is look good.

Shut down, put down, everybody turn around.

Here she comes, never fail,

as we knew she wouldn’t.

Him, her, them, your.

Tommy’s not my man,

Donna’s not my friend.

They’re just a stroke of a stitch,

designers only wanting a niche.

Giorgio, Armani, Versace, look at me.

Take food and love away from thee,

there’s only one thing you may need,

and that’s to support the Faceless Greed.