Luyện nghe bài hát Supermodels

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

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

The boys 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 what's by Paul Mitchell.

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

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

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

(Repeat chorus)