CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Bread

(Artisa***, artisa***)

I could live in an artisa*** house with an artisa*** wife
Drive an artisa*** car, live an artisa*** life
It'd be a treat to see what people think of me
Dressed to the ninth degree, sipping artisa*** tea

What's an artisa*** me?
Where do my clothes end? Can I stop them?
Which ones are my artisa*** friends?
What's an artisa*** me?
Do I impress you with my dress?
Who made this? Can I hide behind your success?
Or is it excess when I talk less and I let my things talk for me?
What will I say when they go away and I'm on my own again?

(Artisa***)