Into corduroys or jeans
Chinos or capris
Sweater vest, no sleeves
Oxford underneath
Or whatever you think
I mean, whatever's gonna make you want me

C'mon, dress me
I'll be your mannequin
Make me attractive
So sexy and thin
I will stand still, pose me
In any position
And when the people pass by my window
I'll be adored by them (Yeah, I will)

I wanna be one
Of the boys from the catalogues
That you flip through
(Lick your finger, turn the page)
You'll point and say, "he's the one"
(Slick, gloss-over images)

You waste no time deciding
You grab your 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 the moment there
Your shape hangs everywhere
And it looks perfect, oh, just perfect

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
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