Luyện nghe bài hát Supermodels

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

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

The boys they here,
With for the summer,
I refuse to take any of this barbaric ritual,
God has given me a mind,
That I use from time 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 the tears you cried...
to fit the

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

(Repeat chorus)