Verse 1:
There she goes transcending the mundane
Bold as a juggler on a high wire
That bird of beauty flies so urbane
I’m just a dull pigeon lost in her fire
With every threads-pun look so revered
The cosmos of fashion revolves around her
Through muslin or silk, satin or tweed
She mesmerizes each bird with her wonder
Chorus:
Alexa, a kaleidoscope soul
Garbs from the infinite well
Outfitting earth with her spirited stroll
Style cast from her private plumed spell
Verse 2:
How does she dress with such psychic finesse?
Each blouse, trouser, chiffon seems predestined
Her poise self-possessed, a bold silhouette
By threads of fate she’s heavenly outfitted
While we birds just peck at trendy debris
Clawing at remnants of last season’s hoard
She roams feathering fresh plumage at will
An elegant vision worth being awed over
(Chorus)
Bridge:
On streets from Delhi to old Piccadilly
Kings Road or Bowery, Milan or Melrose
Wherever her wellies or ballet flats willyress
Feathering her fancy on this planet we all fro
Outro:
We pedestrian pigeons can only gaze up at her flight
So light and so bright with infinite insight
While we stumble clumsy blind to divine nature’s guise
Alexa Chung is a true cosmic spirit in rare bird’s disguise
