Oh you’re blond and your ever so beautiful

Your tall and slender and svelte

You’re slick and clean when you gotta be mean

And so deep are your feelings felt

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You sleep as the Concord wings it’s way

You pray that it doesn’t stop

You’re up at five and you’re so alive

As you struggle to stay on top

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You smile for the camera yet so shy

And alone in the dead of night

You smile as you scan for a passionate man

To marry and hold you tight

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America loves you you look like Barbie

The media culture’s doll

You’ve done more covers than anyone’s lovers

And taken in quite a haul

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What do they say a million a month

Who gets all that cash

Hang on to it girl and don’t unfurl

You could lose it all in a flash

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They say that fame is a fleeting thing

Fifteen minutes most get

Some it enjoys and some it destroys

You won’t fall for it I bet

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Yes you are the best the world’s super model

I’m just a student of rhyme

When it’s all done you will have become

An icon of our time

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And me I’ll still be scribbling away here

Poets don’t make much cash

But if women were money and I had you

I’d walk with one hell-uv-a stash

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