U.v. Lyrics - Salad

Stacey has informed me that 

The 60's borrowed 20's fashion 

I've lost all sense of city taste 

I'll pick out all my favorite garms 

And wear them with the tightest passion 

I've lost the feeling in my face 

The jeweler blew me away 

With his demands of green 

To circle fingers in gold 

I'll need a man less mean 

I'm leaving pink for U.V to see 

Getting into flowers it seems 

Birds a current living hobby 

I needn't dress for the wild of life 

It's pointless to complete with petals 

Collars flapping, never take off 

So de-wing with my pocket knife 

The jeweler blew me away 

With his demands of green 

To circle fingers in gold 

I'll need a man less mean 

I'm leaving pink for U.V to see