somewhere in the hills of Ireland is a Prada bagnnand somewhere down the lanennthere’s a dog in Gucci lacennand sometimes I think that I willnnlose sleep at nightnncause it’s hardnnyes it’s hardnnto say good-bye to my clothesnnnnnnmy clothesnnnobody knows thingsnnlike my clothesnnmy telephone-life in thennback of my jeansnnnobody knowsnnhow I feel todaynnhow I feel todaynnso nownnnow that they’re gonennin the hills of Irelandnnso longnnso longnnthis was an odennto my clothesnnnnbye bye clothes