Girl Talk...

The summer sun has come to stay.
Bikinis, tans, outrageous legs.
They're all retarded and they all look the same.
Barbie's body's melting down,
on her face a big fat frown because "Mr. Cellulite" just moved into town.

Well me and B,
we hate super models.
It's not that we know anyone personally,
it's just that we're tired of being compared.

The boys they come here,
with expectations for the summer,
and I refuse to take any part in this barbaric ritual.
Because God has given me a mind that I will use from time to time,
and I got more on my head than what was made by Paul Mitchell.

Well me and B,
we hate super models.
It's not that we know anyone personally.
It's just that we're tired of being compared.

Was it worth the tears you cried to fit the size?

Think it over once or twice.
What lasts the longest in this life,
character, or rock hard thighs?
And in the end do you believe that beauty lies in what you see?
'Cause if you do,
then baby...you've been decieved.