This morning it occurred to me
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I might not look quite like the natural blonde
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And I can't help but feel conned
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The picture on the packet showed a model with no baggage,
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Promising wild sex and marriage
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With a big colour chart wand
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This morning it occurred to me
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I never will quite have a supermodel's legs (Never in a million years!)
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Unless I cut each one in half
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Become half an octopus -
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The two become synonymous
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with cocaine glamour, riches, beauty, and crack
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I took a trip to the National Gallery
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For something more refreshing in what Rueben saw
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My supermodel's legs
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Think they were plucked from a Rueben-esque world (ah, ah! ah ah!)
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My supermodel's legs
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Look pretty crap on a 5-foot-4 girl (ah ah ahhh!)
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Women, men and in-betweens -- why don't you just stop dieting?
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Go bake, eat cake, go cheer, drink beer!
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Worrying is boring!
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If people said eat loads of cake
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You wouldn't want much anyway
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And then you would've and stuffed your face
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And looked like King Henry VIII
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Present; We're told off every day
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For living our lives the wrong damn way
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"Suck my left one!" is what I say
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If i want six coffees a day!
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Women, men and in-betweens - why don't you just stop dieting?
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Go bake, eat cake, go cheer, drink beer!
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Worrying is boring me!
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Oh, I get more turned on by pink cupcakes than heroin
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Not "rock and roll"; I'm much more Mary Poppins
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Oh supermodel's legs
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They never held up much weight in my world (ooh wa ooh wa! ooh wa ooh wa!)
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Oh supermodel's legs
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Cuz women should be women, girls should be allowed to be girls (ah ah! ah ah!)
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(Too right!)
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Supermodel's Legs
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| Marina & The Diamonds |