Because you're too sweet to wind up a statistic
You're too pretty to be masochistic
You're too full of fun to be a sadcase
What was making you unhappy in the first place?
I am Kate Moss, i am Kate Moss
I am fashion, i am Kate Moss
It's wanting to know that makes us matter
It's wanting to fuck that makes us fashion
We can watch the trendies with their Gucci and their Prada
Their Armani their Versace and their Dolce & Gabbana
Looking sad as they go fire-bombing with the ribcage blues
Feeling pretty in the city with their shiny shoes
Who'dathought he was a sadist with a twisting cube
If i'm a radio i'll hammer out your favourite tune
About horses, i'm about horses
Piggy's got the conch and i'm about horses
About horses, i'm about horses
Piggy's got the conch and i got the conch and
About horses, i got the conch
And i got the conch and about horses and the conch and
About horses, i'm about horses
Piggy's got the conch and i got the conch and
We can slide around in soapy circles
Looking for a single drop of purple snow
I'm looking just like Jodie Foster
And i'm getting lost in your Jodie foster arms
Jodie Foster arms, Jodie Foster arms
Jodie Foster arms, Jodie Foster arms
Jodie Foster arms, Clarice, your meat
"I'll eat your meat, Clarice" he says from the tv
The tv screen. "i'll eat your meat, i'll eat your meat
I'll eat your meat, Clarice"