(Peter Yarrow)

You're not Ms. Rheingold or Ms. Clairol

Or an ad for "Learn To Draw"

And you don't have the prettiest pair of legs I ever saw

But cellophane don't move me and can't turn my life around

You're the nicest piece of heart and soul

That I have ever found I've ever found.



You're not a Farrah, or a Brigitte, or a Raquel pussy cat

Twenty generations of girls have tried to look like that

But class like yours ain't on the screen

And it's finally made me think

You can lead this horse to Hollywood

But you cannot make me drink (can't make him drink).



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I love you honey, you're the one for me

And it comes naturally ...

I don't want an image, I dont' want a movie star

I just want you baby the way you are.



You don't fill out the old bikini like a playboy bunny doll

In fact in that department you've got little there at all.

But in modern times we've gone beyond

The Tarzans and the Janes

While some just use their bodies

Others use their brains, darling, remember brains?



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Bogart called them "baby", Sinatra called them "dames"

And Boyer calls them "ladies", (Norman Mailer calls us names)

But I don't need a label to know what you mean to me

So I'll just make it simple and call you frequently

(I'll call you frequently).



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I just want you baby the way you are!!