I am by shapes and colours now bewitched?

I thought my wardrobe adequate or rich
A coat or two, some boots and woollen skirts
But now the shapes have changed, the colours mixed

Am I by shapes and colours quite bewitched?
Will my being out of fashion hurt?
I thought my wardrobe colourful  and rich

The country’s gloomy, nothing remains fixed
Yet with a little fun, we like to flirt
The shapes have changed the colours different mix.

I like to take a wander, see the pitch
But I need coats that do not show the dirt
I thought my wardrobe ample, even rich

Some  may say the advertising works
Like an image pistol, adverts squirt
So now by  colours brilliant I’m bewitched

How about I steal a lover’s shirt
And wear his golden tie around my throat?
I am by shapes and colours now bewitched?
I thought my  wardrobe interesting and rich