I am aristocracy. I like that.
I am ADDICTED to Tori Amos
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There was a young zebra of Arian descent,
Who got tired of safari so off he went,
He packed up his outfits, dresses and MAC,
And vowed that to Africa he'd never be back.
His white skin and red stripes you saw as he galloped away,
Darting from the savannah with a cheeky bray,
Heading to the Big Smoke he decided to go,
His distinctive look soon making a show.
He amassed a collective of the handsome and pretty,
Like Oscar Wilde this young zebra was charming and witty,
In London they loved his stilettoes and jockstrap look,
He was featured in many a fashion book.
The zebra loved London's bright nightlife scene,
Twirling disco balls and cocktails became his dream,
Down catwalks and to paparazzi he showed off his style,
Whilst evolving his look all the while.
A modern day chararter you surely can see,
Towering over the likes of you and me,
In many clubs you'll spot this zebras elegant form,
In London, Ibiza, now New York he's causing a storm.
Down Camden's cobbled streets an amazing outfit he'll wear,
In couture, high heels and big hair,
Whether it's indie, fetish, avante garde or fashion,
For the random nights he hosts he has a passion.
'I love my life!' this sweet zebra will say,
With his friends and his fans he likes to play,
In London so far he's stayed to frolic,
Cos this posh little zebra's now an alcoholic.
Rahada gives me good bananajobs:
