A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
Sing what you're worth
Dinner is served
Open your eyes:
Most of us prize-
Fighters will fall
For fashion
But who of us here
Wants to look back
Just to realize
That most of us prize-
Fighters will fall
For fashion?
So why wouldn't we fall for you?
The curse of a crowded room
One we have all been to
In the course of a lifetime
Cut to:
A figure alone too soon
Figure it out, now who
Who would you like it to be?
Yeah, who
Would you like it to be?
Some have to fight
Forced onto sides
Heroes will rise
But most of us prize-
Fighters will fall
For fashion
Most of us prizefighters will fall for fashion
Most of us prizefighters will fall for fashion