Ooh, look at all this coming 'round tonight Even Catherine come by to say hello You wanna know? Well, I'll tell you, might to pour myself Another little moonshine, we go
Was a and frosty May In the of Thunder Bay When and Wendy Day Went out to Sweet brush
Found a weeping willow to sit And do the Bay a go-go While the was real soft Poor Wendy just had to break
Later on month, Dale went for Pepper lunch At the 'We're All In This Diner' Yeah, the pea soup was fine, the corn cob on Chili dog's even
The real reason was that Wendy was counter Two little kids couldn't get enough of each other Dale broke out like a man and "Wendy, I I want to take your hand And make children, live beyond the sand"
"In to the clouds And the of your eyes That day we love I'm going to call my child Amber Jones"
(Hey supermodel, set the of us free) Which is exactly what (There ain't no genie in the bottle or in magazine) Let me ask you one and it goes (Hey supermodel) What's it like pretty?
Now, knows That if you're going to run a successful You have to the prettiest waitress
Amber turns out had working At the Caf like her mother did 20 years earlier And it boils to this very simple doctrine by Ralph Habbasham, the owner
Ralph says the customer is always The customers here are men And it don't seem From 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 impressed with poses He said, "Come over here, missy, I got a 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 girls to be like her boys wanted to be with her And mothers somehow altered their physique Just to be a little close to what represented
One day Amber, who the Sweetbrush diner Where she used to work, really missed those coconut cake And out with one giant missile on the top of her forehead Poor little couldn't do a thing about it
And her poor career kinda downhill As the people outside her hotel room penthouse out Well, you know what 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 like being a teen
Shackles, shackles, shackles on my I loved you from the first day, from the start But you left, call it of the heart, bring me back the spark girl, pretty princess, that is left
Bright lights in the glitter, the of the night, right You dreamed of the city 'cause you dreamed of But Timber, watch these trees that are falling Pretty princess with no one to call
a small town, now girl, it doesn't seem so small First love, fifth grade, first kiss at the mall me Y'all, check it the degrees, bring it back on the MIC 'Cause the man's on his Small town ways in the G's grade Bring me back sunny days, that praise, haze
Y'all tripping through the maze In the mind want the grape 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 with saying, please Princess, y'all, my supermodel Bring you back, princess 'Cause I like to rock world One time, smooth, sweet like