Supermodel

Ooh, look at all this company coming 'round tonight Even Catherine O'Hara's come by to say hello You really wanna know? Well, I'll tell you, might have to pour myself Another little moonshine, here we go Was a sweet and frosty May In the town of Thunder Bay When Dale and Wendy Day Went out to Sweet brush Lake Found a weeping willow to sit down And do the Thunder Bay a go-go While the wind was real soft Poor little Wendy just had to break Later on that month, Dale went for Pepper lunch At the 'We're All In This Together Diner' Yeah, the pea soup was fine, the corn cob on time Chili dog's even finer The real reason was that Wendy was working counter Two little kids just couldn't get enough of each other Dale broke out like a man and said "Wendy, I think I want to take your hand And make little children, live beyond the sand" "In respect to the clouds And the colony of your eyes That day we made love I'm going to call my little child Amber Jones" (Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free) Which is exactly what happened (There ain't no genie in the bottle or in that magazine) Let me ask you one question and it goes (Hey supermodel) What's it like being pretty? Now, everyone knows That if you're going to run a successful cafe You have to hire the prettiest waitress Amber turns out had been working At the Pepperlunch Café Just like her mother did 20 years earlier And it boils down to this very simple doctrine Given by Ralph Habbasham, the owner Ralph says the customer is always right The customers here are mostly men And though it don't seem From table 2 to 16, all men do is dream Of falling in love, just like women Now watching from table 20 was a man from New York city Who is most impressed with Amber's poses He said, "Come over here, missy, I got a kind of proposition That is, if you're willing to listen" (Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free) (There ain't no genie in the bottle or in that magazine) Come with me (Hey supermodel) And she was just everywhere I mean little girls wanted to be like her Little boys wanted to be with her And even mothers somehow altered their physique Just to be a little close to what Amber represented One day Amber, who likes the Sweetbrush diner Where she used to work, really missed those coconut cake cucumbers And made out with one giant missile on the top of her forehead Poor little Amber couldn't do a thing about it And her poor career went kinda downhill As the people outside her hotel room penthouse cried out Well, you know what they cried out (Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free) Sing along with me gals (There ain't no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine) (Hey supermodel) What's it like being a teen dream? Shackles, shackles, shackles on my heart I loved you from the very first day, from the start But you left, call it theft of the heart, bring me back the spark Pretty girl, pretty princess, that is left Bright lights in the glitter, the shine of the night, right You dreamed of the city 'cause you dreamed of flight But it's Timber, watch these trees that are falling Pretty little princess with no one to call It's a small town, now girl, it doesn't seem so small First love, fifth grade, first kiss at the mall with me Y'all, check it with the degrees, bring it back on the MIC 'Cause the man's on his knees Small town ways in the G's from grade Bring me back sunny days, we's that praise, haze Y'all tripping through the maze everyday In the mind want the grape from the vine that was mine Come back, y'all, to the very first day that we met 'Cause I must call it theft, y'all Protection and selection of my memories Poet on the mic with degrees saying, please Princess, y'all, my supermodel girl Bring you back, pretty princess 'Cause I like to rock your world One time, smooth, sweet like wine