Into corduroys or jeans,

chinos or capris

Sweater vest no sleeves,

oxford underneath

Or whatever you think

I mean whatevers gonna make you want me

Cmon and dress me

Ill 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 the window

Ill be adored by them

I want to be one

Of the boys from the catalogues

That you flip through

Youll point and say hes the one

(Lick your finger turn the page slick gloss over images)

And you waste no time deciding

You crab the credit card and

Call, start ordering

But whats 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 wont be caught dead in it

But for that moment youre there

With your shape hanging everywhere

And it looks perfect, oh just perfect