Blame the stylist
She's the enemy
She took control
And made me her slave
She said she had a PhD in style
So I let her do her thing to me
She said grin and bear it
She said grin and bear it
So I grin and bear it
I grin and bear it
I knew the dress was wrong
But I tried to get along
She made me look like a who*e
Who am I being s**y for
Then she told me to dance
I said I have two left feet
Then she pushed me out on the floor
And put on Moby
She said grin and bear it
She said grin and bear it
So I grin and bear it
I grin and bear it
The only way out
Is to strip down
Your true identity
Gets no publicity
Grin and bear it
She said grin and bear it
So I grin and bear it
I grin and bear it