You are the girl
Somebody invented
In a grim little office
On madison ave.
They were specific
They made you terrific:
Red lips;
Blue eyes;
Blonde hair;
Un-wise --
Youre all-american,
And, darling, they said so
Youd take any kind of pain from me,
Wouldnt you, baby?
Youd take any kind of pain from me,
Wouldnt you, baby?
Since you havent got a brain,
Let me just explain:
Any kind of pain
Is never a maybe
Her heads full of bubbles;
Her nose is petite!
She looks like she never
Gets nothin to eat!
She dines with actors,
n wall street characters:
Dull talk;
Nice clothes --
See her?
She blows --
Shes so important
cause he gets to do talk shows --
And shed take any kind of pain from me,
Wouldnt you, bobby?
Shed take any kind of pain from me,
Wouldnt you, bobby?
Since you havent got a name,
Let me just explain:
Any kind of pain
Is probably her hobby
She has moves up now;
Shes come a long way --
They give her bunches
Of words she can say!
When shes in a bold mood,
confinement loaf sounds good --
Thats right,
Shes wrong!
Lets end
Her song
(it seems shes everywhere
We just cant escape her --
Is this a miracle of pure evolution?
And all the yuppie boys, they dream they will rape her --
She brings the 80s
To a thrilling conclusion!)
Yes, shes every bit as tame as me,
Isnt she tender?
Yes, shes every bit as lame as me,
Let us remember,
She gets only half the blame
Only half the blame
Only half the blame
Unless we extend her --