Models

Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls

'Cause he loves the models, he hugs the models
Goes to lunch with models 'cause he's drowning everyday
And when he sleeps with models, he dreams of models
Wants to be a model 'cause it's all he's got to say

Why don't you call?
Got your number, got your bag on my wall
So why don't you call me?

Nothing at all
Rocks my hunger like a trip to the mall
So why don't you call me?

Why don't you call?
Why don't you call? Why don't you come around, baby?
Nothing at all
You got my number and it's driving me crazy

Credit cards and lobster and Cristal in rounds (fast cars)
Back doors and bouncers, only A-list allowed (smart bars)
All those faces and the places to be seen
Darling, we're in fashion, don't you know?

'Cause he loves the models, he hugs the models
Goes to lunch with models 'cause he's drowning everyday
And when he sleeps with models, he dreams of models
Wants to be a model 'cause it's all he's got to say

Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls

A girl's got face, fancy place
Baby, can I stick with you?
She's got heat, head to feet
Baby, what am I to do?

The girl's got style, legs for miles
Seen 'em walk all over you
You get your kicks like flies to shit
Buzzing round the model zoo

'Cause he loves the models, he hugs the models
Goes to lunch with models 'cause he's drowning everyday
And when he sleeps with models, he dreams of models
Wants to be a model 'cause it's all he's got to say

Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls

Where do you go
After dinner 'stead of walking me home?
Oh, where do you go to?

Why don't you phone?
Someone thin has got you talking in code
Oh, sashimi at Nobu

Why don't you call?
Why don't you call? Why don't you come around, baby?
Nothing at all
You got my number and it's driving me crazy

'Cause he loves the models, he hugs the models
Goes to lunch with models 'cause he's drowning everyday
And when he sleeps with models, he dreams of models
Wants to be a model 'cause it's all he's got to say

He loves the models, he hugs the models
Goes to lunch with models 'cause he's drowning everyday
And when he sleeps with models, he dreams of models
Wants to be a model 'cause it's all he's got to say

Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls



Credits
Writer(s): Kimberley Walsh, Cheryl Tweedy, Lisa Cowling, Myra Antonio Boyle, Nicola Roberts, Timothy Martin Powell, Nick Coler, Nadine Coyle, Sarah Harding, Miranda Eleanor De Fonbrune Cooper, Brian Thomas Higgins
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