Christian Dior   You wasted your life   On aroma and clothes   Fabric and dyes      Christian Dior   You wasted your life   On grandeur and style   Making the poor rich smile      You could have run wild   On the backstreets of Lyon or Marseille   Reckless and legless and stoned   Impregnating women   Or kissing mad street boys from Napoli   Who couldn't even write their own name      Christian Dior   You wasted your life   Sensually stroking the weaves of a sleeve.      You could have run wild   On the backstreets of Lyon or Marseille   Reckless and legless and stoned   Impregnating women   Or kissing mad street boys from Napoli   Who couldn't even spell their own name      Oh, Christian Dior   Oh, Christian Dior      When you look at me   Failure is all that you see   I discipline my days just like Christian Dior      I could've run loudly and proudly   Or forcible entry    Morally bankrupt   And never non-violent   And drawn to what scares me   And scared of what bores me   Years alone will never be returned.      Christian Dior   Lyonise maverick, ah   Design if you can, ah   The way to just be a man, ah   To just be a man, ah      Christian Dior...