Amy Winehouse - Trilby lyrics

Bunny's looking pert in her bowling shirt
With my trilby cocked, my ensemble's locked
Bunny's looking pert in her bowling shirt
With my trilby cocked, my ensemble's locked

Save a whole floor for my haute couture
When I got more shoes than Carrie Bradshaw
More bags than I can store
I want more, more, more, more, more
Ballet shoes in satin, canvas, and leather
Dig out my Denny Mac whatever the weather
Rock the red shoes wherever
Shoo-be doo, shoo-be doo, mm

I want a wardrobe bigger than Nairobi
Take four hours to clothe me, hold me down
When I pass the Top Shop in town
'Cause you carrying my extra bags around
Yeah

Bunny's looking pert in her bowling shirt
With my trilby cocked, my ensemble's locked
Bunny's looking pert in her bowling shirt
With my trilby cocked, my ensemble's locked

Lay you out and lace up Jimmy Choos
Pair of shoes for all my jazzes and blues
Every fabric all the hues

I'm dressing dependent on how I feels
Ride like a mini Imelda on wheels
Bamboo Gucci heels, bamboo Gucci heels
An ashtray rests on my cigarette pants
Spend it if I get the chance
Shop alone, gather bags wherever I roam
'Cause I'm always unpacking when I get home

Bunny's looking pert in her bowling shirt
With my trilby cocked, my ensemble's locked
Bunny's looking pert in her bowling shirt
With my trilby cocked, my ensemble's locked

I'm gonna pay off Cartier
With Agent Provocateur strip poker chips
Moschino underwear with hot pink
Lips undoing zips

Bunny's looking pert in her bowling shirt
With my trilby cocked, my ensemble's locked
Bunny's looking pert in her bowling shirt
With my trilby cocked, my ensemble's locked
Bunny's looking pert in her bowling shirt
With my trilby cocked, my ensemble's locked
Bunny's looking pert in her bowling shirt
With my trilby cocked, my ensemble's locked
Bunny's looking pert in her bowling shirt
With my trilby cocked, my ensemble's locked
Bunny's looking pert in her bowling shirt
With my trilby cocked, my ensemble's locked