What do you do when the novelty wears off?
What do you do when all eyes are turned forward, waiting for the next best thing?
Why do last season's Pradas not match that new dress,
But Monet's Lilies are still as admired as Jackson Pollock's mess?
Red is the new pink, pink, the new red,
The Spice Girls are gone, but there's Miley instead.
Do our fickle minds create the markets?
Or do the markets create our fickle minds?
On men and women alike lays the blame,
On the hunt for something better, always playing the game.
What do you do when you are the novelty, left behind?
What makes you a classic, a one of a kind?
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