Luyện nghe bài hát Supermodels

Summer sun has to stay,
Bikinis, tans, legs,
all retarded, and they all look the same,
And barbie's body's down,
On her a big fat frown,
'cause Mr. Cellulite moved into town.

(Chorus)
Well me and B, we supermodels,
not that we loathe anyone personally,
It's just that I'm tired of compared.

The boys come here,
expectations for the summer,
I refuse to take any part of barbaric ritual,
'cause God has me a mind,
I will use from time to time,
And I got on my head,
Than made by Paul Mitchell.

(Repeat chorus)
It's that I'm tired of being compared.

(Bridge)
Was it the tears you cried...
to fit the

Well it over once or twice,
lasts the longest in this life,
Character, or hard thighs?
in the end do you believe,
beauty lies in what you see?
'cause if you do, baby
been deceived.

(Repeat chorus)