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SUPERMODEL Prepubescent imagery. Empty, stupid eyes. Waif thin. Tyrannical. No fat. No body hair. No character, no love, no personality - no brain. So thin, and yet... so thick. By your anodyne complicity in this gruesome stereotype you connive in the corporate enslavement of your sisters - anorexia, bulimia, self-loathing, fear. They aspire to be like you - an unnatural creation of capital - and wreck their bodies in the process, destroy their fertility, tear apart their lives. But hang on a minute? Not my place to talk about that? I'm a man, what do I know? You're just trying to earn a living? SongtexteWhat I'm saying has been said before? OK. But when the football blokes look and make some expected remark I'm supposed to join in. I'm supposed to fancy you - or pretend to. Well, I don't. And I won't. More than that. You revolt me. You give me an inversion. It's quite simple really. I just don't desire a stupid adman's toy styled to look like a prepubescent girl - a real â??babe' - there in the tabloid next to the lurid description of Gary Glitter's downfall. I love a real woman. I won't buy the product you advertise. I won't watch your latest film. I'm not interested in your poxy TV series I'll never set foot in that bloody car and I hate you. I know I should just ignore you, or feel sorry for you but I hate you and your fashionist masters bringers of misery destroyers of individuality harbingers of despair. Women and men: Riot against diet! Sod the microchip revolution - let's have a fish â??n' chip one! Cream bun chocolate cream bun chocolate lard lard sag aloo beer beer beer! Riot against diet! Smash fashionism! Say goodbye to Hello! Make Cosmopolitan....cosmopolitan! Let's have a real woman's realm! Take over the curry house Fill your freezer full of ice cream Live Love Get real! www.attilathestockbroker.com Aus Songtexte Mania