The last of the teen years. No wiser than the three wisemen. No whittier than Jonathan Ross. As peirced-up as a voodoo doll. As phsyicadelic as Santogold. As Funky as a House. Sexy without being obvious. As loud as a foghorn. Extremely detailed without being obsessive. As forgiving as your wrongs. As massive as my mind. Cardi's rented from the Granny's. Vintage without the mingin' odor. Air love the Nike. Heart expanding- it's too big! Heart on a cotton sleeve. Fly on the wallside. Dazed often Confused. Stylist without the wage. Glamour without being tedious. Money without a mind. Has the "X" fuck the factor. I want to be a model without the behaviour. Catwalking and Sidewalking all in one stride. Vogue'in it on you bitches!