What's New For Fall

Into corduroys or jeans

Chinos or capris

Sweater vest, no sleeves

Oxford underneath

Or whatever you think

I mean, whatever's gonna make you want me

C'mon, dress me

I'll be your mannequin

Make me attractive

So sexy and thin

I will stand still, pose me

In any position

And when the people pass by my window

I'll be adored by them (Yeah, I will)

I wanna be one

Of the boys from the catalogues

That you flip through

(Lick your finger, turn the page)

You'll point and say, "he's the one"

(Slick, gloss-over images)

You waste no time deciding

You grab your credit card and

Call, start ordering

But what's new for fall by spring means nothing

I want to undress you in your walk-in closet

After you try on one of your new outfits

I know that six months later

You won't be caught dead in it

But for the moment there

Your shape hangs everywhere

And it looks perfect, oh, just perfect

I don't think she likes me

Not with this new haircut

I don't think she likes me

I shouldn't eat so much

I don't think she likes me

Not with this new haircut

I don't think she likes me

I shouldn't eat so much

I don't think she likes me

Not with this new haircut

I don't think she likes me