Why Can't the Clothing Make the Man
Words and music by Amadhia
Whooaaaooo, aaah, who-whooo.
Perfect smile, perfect tie, casually perfect guy
Cool and smooth above it all, perfect pose - oh so tall
Somewhere there's a GQ page without a model on a stage
At least that's what it seems to be, this perfect guy in front of me.
Why must it be
What we see isn't what we get?
Why aren't we shown
What a person calls their own?
Why don't we strive
To give a fantasy real life?
Why can't the clothing make the man?
Throwing money at a problem never made it go away
And a thousand-dollar suit won't change the character you play
Buying all the model's clothes won't make you more like him
Merit and respect only come from deep within
Why must it be
What we see isn't what we get?
Why aren't we shown
What a person calls their own?
Why don't we strive
To bring a fantasy to life?
Why can't the clothing make the man?
Not what I'm seen, under the bling inside the car
Can I drop the act? It only looks good from afar
'Cause no matter what the media may say
Only through half-closed eyes do good and bad
Turn a million shades of grey
Instrumental
Yeah no one's lived a perfect life:
I feel threadbare from my strife
Fantasy is my guide to live up to a better side
And build up what I can't outgrow
The real me, and not the show
Why must it be
What we see isn't what we get?
Why aren't we shown
What a person calls their own?
Why don't we strive
To bring our fantasies real life?
Why can't the clothing
Why can't the clothing
Why can't the clothing make the man?