Album: Redo The Stacks

My Supermodel Girlfriend Gone Awol

She's just the one that I wanna talk with, she tells me just what I wanna hear /
Eventually what I'm gonna pay for, with lies corroding all in my ear / She gives me
all the fall fashion forecast, first, second, third, fourth, fifth and last /
Molding me to fit her specifics, shopping this summer was a blast./Beside myself
she's just fine. Beside myself there's always time. / And beside myself she's all
gone. / Whoo - ooh - ooh - ooh - ooh ooh. Sha - Sha!./I swivel and my head's all
starin', I'm dressing up in my Sunday best / Twistin' hair up with Donna Karan,
spilling all the stupid off my chest / And friends are sayin' that I'm all wrong,
that makeup don't make up love now / A rollercoaster of runway madness, she's the
ticket to eternal sadness.