Dress Your Way Up

You think fashion is shallow and vapid

A superficial path

I mean, your clothes, your hair, you don't care what you wear

You just wanna teach high school math

Or be a writer

It doesn't matter what road you walk

Someone's gonna see your shoes

You can dress to connect, set the mood, show respect

Or you can, of course, refuse

Nigel, I didn't say that

Hey, you're whining like you're looking for advice

If you want mine, I'll tell you

Miracles can happen when your soul and style combine

Bottom line?

You wanna go far?

Dress your way up

You wanna prove who you are?

Dress your way up

You wanna get your dues?

Dress your way up

Do it for you

Dress your way up

You can call it vanity

Well, I say it's taking pride

I say dress your way up, up, up

And show us who you are inside

You're right

I know

Uh, Nigel, could you give me, like, a mini-makeover?

A mini-makeover?

Honey, you're Extreme Makeover, Home Edition

You need Gucci like you need air (yes)

Plus, a little Cartier (whoo, I like that)

Some Chloé suede, here, this is handmade

Anything I say, obey (okay)

If you can't judge a book by its cover

No one's ever gonna read it

If you're so damn smart, then start looking the part

Lord knows you're gonna need it

Getting there is urgent, don't emerge until you look pristine

Get ready, there'll be buttons and braces

And zippers in places you've never seen

And if you need help, scream

You wanna get yours?

Dress your way up

You wanna open doors?

Dress your way up

Want an ego boost?

(Dress your way up)

You wanna get introduced?

(Dress your way up)

Then show them you are tailor-made