Ode to My Clothes. Somewhere in the hills of Ireland. There's a Prada bag. and somewhere down the lane. there's a dog in Gucci lace. and sometimes I think that I. will lose sleep at night. cause it's hard yes it's hard. to say goodbye to my clothes. My clothes. nobody knows things like my clothes. my telephone life in the back of my jeans. nobody knows how I feel today. how I feel today. So now now that there gone in the hills of Ireland. So long So long. this was an ode to my clothes