| You’re not Ms. Rheingold or Ms. Clairol
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| Or an ad for «Learn To Draw»
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| And you don’t have the prettiest pair of legs I ever saw
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| But cellophane don’t move me and can’t turn my life around
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| You’re the nicest piece of heart and soul
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| That I have ever found I’ve ever found
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| You’re not a Farrah, or a Brigitte, or a Raquel pussy cat
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| Twenty generations of girls have tried to look like that
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| But class like yours ain’t on the screen
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| And it’s finally made me think
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| You can lead this horse to Hollywood
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| 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
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| And it comes naturally …
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| I don’t want an image, I dont' want a movie star
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| I just want you baby the way you are
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| You don’t fill out the old bikini like a playboy bunny doll
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| In fact in that department you’ve got little there at all
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| But in modern times we’ve gone beyond
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| The Tarzans and the Janes
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| While some just use their bodies
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| Others use their brains, darling, remember brains?
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| Bogart called them «baby», Sinatra called them «dames»
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| And Boyer calls them «ladies», (Norman Mailer calls us names)
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| But I don’t need a label to know what you mean to me
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| So I’ll just make it simple and call you frequently
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| (I'll call you frequently)
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| I just want you baby the way you are! |