Lyrics Mayer Hawthorne – Fancy Clothes

He takes his chances
Lets the chips fall as they might
He books that transatlantic flight
She works all day can barely stay awake at night

But that’s the way it goes
So they say
C’est la vie
Put on your fancy clothes
Float away
From me
Yeah that’s the way it goes
Put on your fancy clothes and ride away
And ride away

Parisian summers and the winters in LA
For him it’s more than just a dream
She cooks her dinner in her Jean Paul Gaultier
She can’t imagine what he means

But that’s the way it goes
So they say
C’est la vie
Put on your fancy clothes
Float away
From me
Yeah that’s the way it goes
Put on your fancy clothes and ride away
And ride away