Loretta Young Silks
Got answers for everyone, endless excuses
Not habit for anyone, 'cos I'm trying to break your click-track heart
Seen a vision of perfect grace, airbrushed and lifeless
All contempt and aftertaste
It's like I'm waiting for the scars to heal
You're so Loretta Young Silks, fashioning your self-escape
You're so Loretta Young Yilks, trading on your superwaif
All style before content, using me as bait
You're so Loretta Young Silks, swapping your love for hate
Soft-focus for full appeal, pictured as flawless
No context for self esteem, I'd be pushed to give you love on that
As far as the eye can see, too much perfection
Pure substance for wannabes, keeps you beating to a click-track heart
You're so Loretta Young Silks, fashioning your self-escape
You're so Loretta Young Yilks, trading on your superwaif
All style before content, using me as bait
You're so Loretta Young Silks, swapping your love for hate
You're so Loretta Young Silks, fashioning your self-escape
You're so Loretta Young Yilks, trading on your superwaif
All style before content, using me as bait
You're so Loretta Young Silks, swapping your love for hate
Writer(s): Bill Withers, Chris Corner, Ian Pickering, Liam Coverdale Howe
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