bog berries - FASHION MATH! Lyrics

Slide across the hardwood floor and knees they rip in half
Oh
Silver pleather jeans are fragile, especially from gap
Oh
I won't do your fashion math
No I like my silver bright
And I won't do your fashion math
Cause the rules don't feel right
Kids will always tell me
Keep your shorts below your knees
Oh
Thank you for your thoughts
But I will wear them where I please
It's bizarre how upset
Some people get
Sometimes just the color does it
Let alone the fit
Oh
I won't do your fashion math
Cause I like my tank tops tight
I won't do your fashion math
Cause the rules don't feel right
I can wear a dress if I want to
And paint my dirty finger nails light blue
I won't do your fashion math
I won't do your fashion math
I won't do your fashion math
I won't do your fashion math
I won't do your I won't do you
I won't do your
I won't do your fashion math