[Verse 1]
The cool guy laughs [?] cheap suit
I'm amused by [?]
The other one says "that's quite a look"
To the fat suit fronts and the conscript
It's a neat idea, it's like, cool off
If you [?]
Looked into himself; she tried to find me
We all love the artifice
[Chorus]
I wear exquisite sense of success
I am divine, deluxe beyond reach
In a holding pattern, soon to be coming down
No remarks, no second thoughts, I'm stranded
Coming down, out to land, I'm stranded
(Out to land)
[Verse 2]
The therapist says "live in the moment"
I must despite his eyes reappear
You're ingested in just the two things
I'm into fucking and money
You're not fit to match, you should be better
I like the way you're never negative
You got a sharp-edged time, you got the put-downs
I'm an arbiter of taste
[Chorus]
I wear exquisite sense of success
I am divine beyond reach
In a holding pattern, soon to be coming down
I hope to land
No remarks, no second thoughts, I'm stranded
Coming down, out to land, I'm stranded
(Out to land)
(Out to land)
