Ode to My Clothes - Tori Amos

Somewhere in the hills

Of Ireland

There's a prada bag

And somewhere down the lane

There's a dog in gucci lace

And sometimes I think that I

Will lose sleep at night

'Cause it's hard

Yes it's hard

To say goodbye

To my clothes

My clothes

Nobody knows things like my clothes

My telephone life in the back of my jeans

Nobody knows how I feel today

How I feel today

So now

Now that they're gone

In the hills of Ireland

So long

So long

This was an ode

To my clothes

Bye bye clothes