I want a movement

I want a red jumper that bleeds onto screens
I want everyone to meet me at a party,
I want to dance like Debbie Harry,
I want a photographer on the floor at my feet
I want my knees to agree,
I want my clothes to slip off me like cream.

I want a clean bikini line,
and a Stella McCartney signature piece
I want Suzie Quatro to sing me to sleep,
I want my waist to make you believe
my hair flung over your shoulder is all that you need.