Ooh, at all this company coming 'round tonight Even Catherine come by to say hello You wanna know? Well, I'll tell you, might have to myself Another little moonshine, we go
Was a sweet and May In the of Thunder Bay When and Wendy Day Went out to Sweet brush
Found a willow to sit down And do the Thunder Bay a While the wind was real Poor little Wendy just had to
Later on month, Dale went for Pepper lunch At the 'We're All In Together Diner' Yeah, the pea soup was fine, the corn cob on Chili even finer
The real reason was that was working counter Two kids just couldn't get enough of each other Dale broke out a man and said "Wendy, I think I want to your hand And make little children, live the sand"
"In to the clouds And the colony of eyes That day we made I'm to call my little child Amber Jones"
(Hey supermodel, set the of us free) is exactly what happened (There ain't no in the bottle or in that magazine) Let me ask you one and it goes (Hey supermodel) What's it like being
Now, everyone That if you're to run a successful cafe You to hire the prettiest waitress
Amber turns out had working At the Caf Just her mother did 20 years earlier And it down to this very simple doctrine Given by Ralph Habbasham, the
Ralph says the is always right The customers are mostly men And though it seem table 2 to 16, all men do is dream Of falling in love, just like
Now from table 20 was a man from New York city Who is most with Amber's poses He said, "Come here, missy, I got a kind of proposition That is, if you're to listen"
(Hey supermodel, set the of us free) (There no genie in the bottle or in that magazine) with me (Hey supermodel)
And she was just I mean little wanted to be like her boys wanted to be with her And even mothers somehow altered physique Just to be a close to what Amber represented
One day Amber, who the Sweetbrush diner Where she used to work, really missed those cake cucumbers And made out with one missile on the top of her forehead Poor little Amber do a thing about it
And her poor career went kinda As the people her hotel room penthouse cried out Well, you know what they out
(Hey supermodel, set the of us free) along with me gals (There ain't no genie in the bottle, or in magazine) (Hey supermodel) What's it like being a dream?
Shackles, shackles, shackles on my I you from the very first day, from the start But you left, call it theft of the heart, me back the spark girl, pretty princess, that is left
Bright in the glitter, the shine of the night, right You dreamed of the city 'cause you dreamed of But it's Timber, watch these trees that are little princess with no one to call
It's a small town, now girl, it doesn't seem so First love, fifth grade, first at the mall with me Y'all, check it with the degrees, bring it on the MIC 'Cause the on his knees Small town ways in the G's grade Bring me back sunny days, we's praise, haze
Y'all through the maze everyday In the mind want the from the vine that was mine back, y'all, to the very first day that we met 'Cause I must it theft, y'all
Protection and of my memories Poet on the mic degrees saying, please Princess, y'all, my girl Bring you back, pretty 'Cause I to rock your world One time, smooth, like wine