Only the clean-shaven man touches life;
His face must be soft and lean;
Only the well-dressed know the truth
A fact Mr. Blackwell has seen;
A woman in plain dress is best overlooked
She'll just break your heart in the end;
But a man with an ascot's a savior indeed,
You know you can call him your friend.
And appearances never lie
Yes, fashion can't help but be true
How you look shows the person inside
And so life is reserved for the few.
And when God calls the final judgment,
He'll seperate the chic from the gauche;
The heathen ill-dressed will be burning in hell,
While the fashionable dine with their host.
GS, summer '82
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