Model Lives
Meet outside the theatre door
Where we're told to stand and wait
Where a clear and present roar
Says it's cool if it is late, if it is late
She was following her lines
Staying whiter than pure white
Dressed to naughty noughty nines
Grabbing all the camera light, camera light
What a party! Got an invite?
Call a taxi from the spotlight
When she smiles she's so sunny
When she talks she's so funny
Wearing logo style, she is revved up on revivers
She has walked a mile, credit comes from girls with fivers
So while she parades she likes to think that she knows better
Shut behind the shades she is waiting for the world
To come and get her
Snakey hips still look the best
Skin left hanging on a tree
Man-made fibre double breasts
Hanging loose and hanging free, they're hanging free
Magazines are full of dross
Scour them all for seems like ages
You can colour in the gloss
When you flick through all the pages, all the pages
When she tried on all that fashion
Found designer, lost her passion
Her new friends all call her honey
Call around to steal her money
Wearing logo style, she is revved up on revivers
She has walked a mile, credit comes from girls with fivers
So while she parades she likes to think that she knows better
Shut behind the shades she is waiting for the world
To come and get her
And we let her
Where we're told to stand and wait
Where a clear and present roar
Says it's cool if it is late, if it is late
She was following her lines
Staying whiter than pure white
Dressed to naughty noughty nines
Grabbing all the camera light, camera light
What a party! Got an invite?
Call a taxi from the spotlight
When she smiles she's so sunny
When she talks she's so funny
Wearing logo style, she is revved up on revivers
She has walked a mile, credit comes from girls with fivers
So while she parades she likes to think that she knows better
Shut behind the shades she is waiting for the world
To come and get her
Snakey hips still look the best
Skin left hanging on a tree
Man-made fibre double breasts
Hanging loose and hanging free, they're hanging free
Magazines are full of dross
Scour them all for seems like ages
You can colour in the gloss
When you flick through all the pages, all the pages
When she tried on all that fashion
Found designer, lost her passion
Her new friends all call her honey
Call around to steal her money
Wearing logo style, she is revved up on revivers
She has walked a mile, credit comes from girls with fivers
So while she parades she likes to think that she knows better
Shut behind the shades she is waiting for the world
To come and get her
And we let her
Credits
Writer(s): Greg Tustain
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