Ooh, look at all this company 'round tonight Even Catherine O'Hara's by to say hello You really wanna Well, I'll tell you, might have to pour Another moonshine, here we go
Was a and frosty May In the town of Bay When and Wendy Day Went out to Sweet Lake
Found a weeping to sit down And do the Bay a go-go While the wind was real Poor little just had to break
Later on that month, Dale went for Pepper At the All In This Together Diner' Yeah, the pea soup was fine, the corn cob on dog's even finer
The real reason was that Wendy was working Two little kids just couldn't get enough of other broke out like 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 love I'm going to call my little child Jones"
(Hey supermodel, set the of us free) Which is exactly happened (There ain't no in the bottle or in that magazine) Let me ask you one question and it (Hey supermodel) What's it like being
Now, everyone That if you're to run a successful cafe You have to hire the waitress
Amber out had been working At the Caf like her mother did 20 years earlier And it down to this very simple doctrine Given by Habbasham, the owner
says the customer is always right The customers here are men And though it seem From 2 to 16, all men do is dream Of falling in love, just like
Now watching from table 20 was a man from New city Who is most impressed with poses He said, "Come over here, missy, I got a of proposition is, if you're willing to listen"
(Hey supermodel, set the of us free) (There ain't no genie in the bottle or in magazine) with me (Hey supermodel)
And she was everywhere I mean little girls wanted to be her boys wanted to be with her And even mothers somehow altered physique Just to be a little to what Amber represented
One day Amber, who likes the Sweetbrush Where she used to work, missed those coconut cake cucumbers And made out with one missile on the top of her forehead Poor little Amber couldn't do a about it
And her poor career went kinda As the people her hotel room penthouse cried out Well, you what they cried 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 being a teen dream?
Shackles, shackles, on my heart I loved you from the first day, from the start But you left, it theft of the heart, bring me back the spark Pretty girl, princess, that is left
Bright lights in the glitter, the of the night, right You dreamed of the city 'cause you of flight But it's Timber, watch trees that are falling Pretty little princess no one to call
It's a small town, now girl, it doesn't so small First love, fifth grade, first kiss at the with me Y'all, check it with the degrees, bring it on the MIC the man's on his knees Small ways in the G's from grade Bring me back sunny days, we's that praise,
Y'all tripping the maze everyday In the want the grape from the vine that was mine back, y'all, to the very first day that we met 'Cause I call it theft, y'all
Protection and selection of my on the mic with degrees saying, please Princess, y'all, my girl Bring you back, princess 'Cause I like to rock your One time, smooth, sweet wine