Supermodels

Supermodels

Peter And The Test Tube Babies
(album: Supermodels)

I´ll tell you now in case you ain´t heard, but I´ve just finished with my latest bird.
She said she loved me all that sloppy stuff, she worshipped my body she couldn´t get enough.
She´s every man´s dream in her lingerie, but God did she nag about Match Of The Day.

Supermodels, supermodels, they are so vain and such a pain.
Supermodels, supermodels, I ain´t going out with you again.

She wouldn´t do a thing ´round the home, yet she´d check her hair just to answer the phone.
I should have known that it wouldn´t last, me and supermodels are a thing of the past.

Tits out, stomach in, I´ve just come back from the gym.
Paris, London, New York, Rome, I want my tea when I get home.

Plastic smile, plastic charm, dozy rock star on my arm.
Loads of clothes, loads of poses, loads of cocaine up our noses.