Radio Girl

She has a radio voice and a movie face She's tall as a manequin and dressed like a star. Her teeth make Dr.Dent smile – her skin's as soft as silk Never carries a bag herself – Big Bucks in a swiss bank Who cares if she's out of tune – we'll fix it in the mix She lives on the sunny side, everything will be alright It's no party without her – Her prescence makes all heads turn around She never has to ask a man twice – they seem to melt like ice. All your life is slave to the quota Show them now (just) how they should vote Dry your tears and show some attitude No one here gives a damn about your mood. Like any flavor of the week – sure her time will pass Too little substance here – even if she's high-class She asks herself "who am I really anyway?" Did I really do anything today? Mirror, mirror on the wall – who is the fairest one of all? She's so beautiful and everybody adores her. Mirror, mirror on the wall – who is the fairest one of all? But what's left of fame when the beauty is gone?