The summer sun has come to stay
Bikinis, tans, outrageous legs
They're all retarded
And they all look the same
And Barbie's body's melting down
On her face a big fat frown
Because Mr. Cellulite
Just moved into town
Well, me and B, we hate supermodels
It's not that we know anyone personally
It's just that I'm tired of being compared
The boys they come here
With expectations for the summer
And I refuse to take any part
Of this barbaric ritual
Because God has given me a mind
That I will use from time to time
And I got more on my head that
What's made by Paul Mitchell
Well, me and B, we hate supermodels
It's not that we know anyone personally
It's just that I'm tired of being compared
Was it worth the tears you cried
To fit the size?
Think it over once or twice
What lasts the longest in this life
Character or rock hard thighs
And in the end, do you believe that?
Beauty lies in what you see
Because if you do then baby
You've been deceived
Well, me and B, we hate supermodels
It's not that we know anyone personally
It's just that I'm tired of being compared

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