So it's just us now
And my little sign comes out
And it occurs to me I'm in the city
Where I could leave this dress
It could hang up in a glass box
I'm a slave to my clothes
I trip over them, these days
I pay out the ass to have them made
I'm a slave to my clothes
They hang over my keys
I can't even find these
But Husband likes to take them off says he
I'm a slave to these things
Maybe you could fetch something for them
But they do pretty well if you're not playing anything.

goes into Leather