Letra de 'Designer Boyfriend' de Rory Webley

I'm tired of being out of style, out of style
So go ahead and try to customize, make me right
I guess blue eyes are just your type, just your type
You're sorry I'm not what you like, what you like

I wanna be Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Escada, Balenciaga
I wanna be designer

I wanna be Hermes, Lauren, Armani, Chanel and Versace
I wanna be the accessory that you need

I wanna be, I wanna be, your designer boyfriend
I wanna see, I wanna see, your eyes light up when they see me
But in the end, in the end, I'll go out of season
But I still wanna be, wanna be, your designer boyfriend

You'll wear me on your arm to every party, every party. Love me til the novelty fades then I'll be replaced
You'll tuck me away safely, cry when you lose me. You'll put insurance on me baby, on me baby

So I wanna be Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Escada, Balenciaga
I wanna be designer

I wanna be Hermes, Lauren, Armani, Chanel and Versace
I wanna be the accessory that you need

I wanna be, I wanna be, your designer boyfriend
I wanna see, I wanna see, your eyes light up when they see me
But in the end, in the end, I'll go out of season
But I still wanna be, wanna be, your designer boyfriend

Flip that magazine and you'll see me baby
If I wanna be the guy that you like, then I gotta change something alright
Cut and paste my face. Enlarge my eyes, do I look right?
Oh? Brunettes are not your type? Let me get hair dye
Cut and paste my face. You can pick and choose my taste

Oh wait
You'll never be mine

Wish I was Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Escada, Balenciaga
I wanna be designer

I wanna be Hermes, Lauren, Armani, Chanel and Versace
I wanna be the accessory that you need

I wanna be, I wanna be, your designer boyfriend
I wanna see, I wanna see, your eyes light up when they see me
But in the end, in the end, I'll go out of season
But I wish you'd be happy, happy with
Just me as your boyfriend