into corduroys or jeans,
chinos or capris,
sweater vest no sleeves,
oxford underneath
or whatever you think...
(i mean whatever is gonna make you want me)

c'mon and dress me!
i'll be your mannequin!
make me attractive,
so y and thin!
i will stand still, pose me,
in any position!
and when people pass by the window,
i'll be adored by them!
yeah, i will!

i want to be one
of the boys from the catalogues
that you flip through
you'll point and say "He's the one"
(lick your finger turn the page slick gloss over images)
and you waste no time deciding
you grab the credit card and
call, start ordering
but what's new for fall by spring means nothing

i want to undress you!
in your walk-in closet!
after you try on
one of your new outfits!
i know that six months later
you won't be caught dead in it!
but for that moment you're there with your shape hanging everywhere
and it looks perfect, just perfect!

don't think she likes me!
not with this new haircut.
i don't think she likes me!
i shouldn't eat so much.
i don't think she likes me!
not with this new haircut!
i don't think she likes me!
i shouldn't eat so much!

i don't think she likes me.
not with this new haircut.
i don't think she likes me