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

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

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

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

Well it over once or twice,
What the longest in this life,
Character, or rock thighs?
in the end do you believe,
That beauty in what you see?
if you do, then baby
You've deceived.

(Repeat chorus)