It took almost all of fashion week

But the barista on the corner

Had the perfect figure

And her voice was so sugary sweet

So I slipped my card

In her tip jar

And told her

"Meet me after work"

I took her to my flat

And fitted her for a pair of the finest lambskin

She wore them in front of my camera

I could tell that she loved them

She couldn't believe how soft they were

And I couldn't believe how she made them look

And when I saw those Polaroids

I knew I'd found her

My friends say it's a shame

That no one can see her beautiful face

But all the beauty you need

Is right there in her hands

It's better that no one knows

Because now that I've found her

I can't let her go