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
He 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.
Writer(s): Lawrence Thom, Rupaul Charles, James Harry
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