Into corduroys or jeans, chinos or capris
Sweater vest no sleeves, oxford underneath
Or whatever you think
Whatever is gonna make you want me
C'mon and 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 the window
I'll be adored by them
I want to be one of the boys
From the catalogues that you flip through
You'll point and say, 'He's the one,'
(Lick your finger, turn the page
Slick gloss over images)
And you wast no time deciding
You grab the 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 that moment you're there
With your shape hanging everywhere
And it looks perfect - just perfect
I don't think she likes me
Not with this haircut
I don't think she likes me
I shouldn't eat so much
