That boy’s got style!
Prada shoes this boy ain’t got
But he still turns heads when he walks out the charity shop
He don’t need money to keep looking sassy (sassy)
Don’t hold him back from pulling those lassies (lassies)
Here come, Stylemaster (Stylemaster)
Makes you look like a piece of sh#t disaster
Ladies man, Stylemaster (Stylemaster)
Knickers off, didn’t even need to ask her
Living on a budget and a sprinkle of hope
He wears your Grandaddy’s waistcoat and his belt was a skipping rope
He doesn’t dress well in the traditional sense (still a ride)
But look at those jeans they only cost him sixty-five pence
Here come, Stylemaster (Stylemaster)
Makes you look like a piece of sh#t disaster
Ladies man, Stylemaster (Stylemaster)
Knickers off, didn’t even need to ask her
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Latex Wednesday Lyrics – Stylemaster