Cashmere Trouble

Cashmere Trouble

Thrift-store mirror, coat too fancy
Cashmere label, lining torn
Twelve dollars and a little confidence
I wear it like I had it custom-born
You ask which store sold the jacket
I say somewhere very exclusive
Then the pocket rips at dinner
Drops two quarters by your shoes

Luxury is half material
Half the way you stand in it

Cashmere Trouble, rich in the way I walk
Cashmere Trouble, let the little tear talk
The label said luxury, the rip said mine
Cashmere Trouble, I still look fine

I tell you what the coat really cost
Expect the magic to fall flat
You laugh and ask which thrift store
Because you want a story like that
Now the torn seam feels like character
The cheap find feels like proof
Style isn't fooling anybody
It is wearing what makes you move

I thought money made the texture
You liked the story underneath
The label said luxury, the tear said mine
That torn cashmere lining told the truth

Cashmere Trouble, pocket hanging low
Cashmere Trouble, everybody knows
The label said luxury, the rip said mine
Cashmere Trouble, still look fine

Cashmere Trouble