You Look Good In Rags

Yeah yeah
 Yeah
 I've seen cool, I've seen cold
 I've seen the women up front, way down below
 Ladies of the evening screaming, some were like vipers
 I've seen 'em dressed real tight, act real loose
 I've seen 'em strutting good stuff, I've seen 'em all used
 With thousand dollar faces and worth every penny they spend there
 But you look good in rags
 With dirt in your hair
 Yeah you look good in rags babe
 Oh, I don't care
 (Ah, you look good)
 Yes you look good in rags
 With bones in your hair
 Ah, you look good in anything
 Ooh, I don't care
 Now I've seen class, I've seen tack
 I've seen 'em walking down the street with smoke in their stacks
 And pouring into limos, they wake up in millionaires' bedrooms
 I've seen their hair cut short, black and sleek
 Tied in 20 thousand knots so ultra neat
 Swearing by the Harper's Bazaar, like it equalled the Bible
 But you look good in rags
 With dirt in your hair
 Yeah you look good in rags babe
 Aw, I don't care
 Yeah Yeah, you look good
 Oh you look good in rags
 With dirt in your hair
 Ah yeah, you look good in anything
 Forget about Vogue or them hundred dollar jeans,
 You make a 2 dollar T-shirt obscene.
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