Velvet and leather,they’re my passion

North Korea is acting weird
Donald Trump is to be feared
A bomb went off on a London tube
29 burned,hearts confused

But I only  care about love and fashion
Velvet and leather,they’re my passion
If someone drops a nuclear bomb
I’ll  be dressed with my usual aplomb.

I would have my lover by my side
I’d have held his arm if we’d been fried
I’d be dressed in   wool Fair Isle
On my face a cute little smile.

It takes your mind off politics
What is broken can’t be fixed
So spend your money on new clothes
That is how the economy grows

Though if the end is nigh,dear God,
The economy doesn’t care a sod.