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Into cordouroys or jeans, chinos or caprisSweater vest, no sleeves, Oxford underneath or whatever you thinkWhatever is going make you want meCome on and dress meI’ll be your mannequinMake me attractive, so sexy and thinI will stand still, pose me in any positionAnd when people pass by the window, I’ll be adored by themI want to be one of the boys from the catalogues that you flip throughYou’ll point and say, "He’s the one"(Lick your finger, turn the page, slick gloss over images)And you waste no time decidingYou grab the credit card, call, start orderingBut what’s new for fall by spring means nothingI want to undress you in your walk-in closetAfter you try on one of your new outfitsI know that six months later you won’t be caught dead in itBut for that moment you’re there with your shape hanging everywhereAnd it looks perfect, just perfectI don't think she likes me, not with this new haircutI don't think she likes me, I shouldn't eat so much Aus Songtexte Mania