Tim Gunn's Dream of the Log Flume Lyrics

Provisionally eyed only basically alive

Hem poorly aligned and the fabric is dyed

To die again when Tim calls it wackadoodle

If he's harsh Kors will be far more brutal

Snickerdoodle inspired without chocolate chip

Your silhouette doesn't have quite the right kick

And to nitpick the candy dress I couldn't lick

Because you slathered hot glue all over it

Mr. Gunn says your sketch recalls a dream

Integral as gravity to the log flume's scheme

Ream the stitching while fluxing for a quick fix

Cursing the model for two hours while they sit

No blunder like the the thunder from down under

Done a one eighty on Gunnar design another

Bit rate buffer Nina will remember that

The runway makes monsters of all teams

Heidi Klum don't think I could forget about you

When you say a dress feels sad I feel sad too

When you say as a seamster I grew

I want to use chiffon and blues

But to be abrasively honest with you

The sequins on your shirt are making me quite dizzy

And your exploding hair is both fizzy and frizzy

Mondo pleat scrunch is the best dressed of you bunch

It's fashion week mind changer throw you under the bus