What the fuck are you wearin'?

I ain't sure, it's not for certain.
Those pants you've got on look like a fucking curtain.
You used to look so sweet and cool.
When you walked you made the fellas drool.
You're walking round in those blue tracksuit pants and
those fluffy mocassins as well.
I'm not going out with you darling, you're a disgrace.

Chorus:
What the fuck are you wearin'? (X3)

Those days of lingerie of staring at your arse as you walk away.
Now you're wearing bond that you bought at Target.
They used to be white but now they're grey.