| Ooh, look at all this company coming round tonight
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| Even Catherine O’Hara’s come by to say hello
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| You really wanna know?
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| Well, I’ll tell you, I might have to pour myself another little moonshine…
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| Here we go:
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| It was a sweet and frosty May
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| In the town of Thunder Bay
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| When Dale and Wendy Day went out to Sweetbrush Lake
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| Found a weeping willow to sit down and do the Thunder Bay a go-go
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| While the wind was real soft
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| Poor little Wendy just had to break
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| Later on that month
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| Dale went for Pepper lunch at the «we're-all-in-this-together diner.»
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| Yeah, the pea soup was fine
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| The corn cob on time
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| The chili dogs even finer
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| The real reason was that Wendy was working counter
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| Those two little kids just couldn’t get enough of each other
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| Dale broke out like a man and said:
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| «Wendy I think I want to take your hand and make little children,
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| live beyond the sand
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| In respect to the clouds and the colony of your eyes, that day we made love,
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| I’m going to call my little child Amber Jones»
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| Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free
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| (Which is exactly what happened)
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| There ain’t no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine
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| (Let me ask you one question, and it goes)
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| Hey supermodel
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| (What's it like being pretty?)
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| Now everyone knows that if you’re going to run a successful café
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| You have to hire the prettiest waitress
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| Amber it turns out had been working at the Pepperlunch café just like her
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| mother did 20 years earlier
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| And it boils down to this very simple doctrine
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| Given by Ralph Habbasham the owner:
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| Ralph says the customer is always right
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| And the customers here are mostly men
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| And though it don’t seem
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| From table 2 to 16
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| All men do is dream:
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| Of falling in love, just like women
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| Now sitting at table 20 was a man from New York city who was most impressed
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| with Amber’s poses
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| He said, «Come over here missy, I gots a kind of proposition, that is,
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| if you’re willing to listen.»
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| Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free
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| There ain’t no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine
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| (Come with me)
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| Hey supermodel
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| «But where will we go?»
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| «Backstage.»
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| «Yeah?»
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| «Backstage is where it’s at.»
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| «Okay.»
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| And she was just everywhere!
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| I mean little girls wanted to be like her
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| Little boys wanted to be with her
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| And even mothers somehow altered their physique just to be a little close to
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| what Amber represented
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| One day Amber, who likes the Sweetbrush diner where she used to work,
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| really missed those coconut cake cucumbers
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| And made out with one giant flesh missile on the top of her forehead
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| Poor little Amber couldn’t do a thing about it
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| And her poor career went kinda downhill as the people outside her hotel room
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| penthouse cried out…
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| Well, you know what they cried out:
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| Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free
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| (Sing along with me gals)
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| There ain’t no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine
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| Hey supermodel
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| (What's it like being a teen dream?)
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| Shackles, shackles, shackles on my heart
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| I loved you from the very first day, from the start
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| But you left, call it theft of the heart
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| Bring me back the spark
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| Pretty girl, pretty princess, that is left
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| Bright lights in the glitter
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| The shine of the night, right
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| You dreamed of the city 'cause you dreamed of flight
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| But it’s timber, watch these trees that are falling
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| Pretty little princess with no one to call
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| It’s a small town now girl, it doesn’t seem so small
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| First love, fifth grade, first kiss at the mall, with me
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| Y’all check it with the degrees
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| Bring it back on the m-i-c
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| 'Cause the man’s on his knees
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| Small town ways
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| In the g’s from grade
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| Bring me back sunny days
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| We’s that praise, haze
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| Y’all tripping through the maze everyday
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| In the mind want the grape from the vine that was mine
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| Come back y’all to the very first day that we met
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| 'Cause I must call it theft, y’all
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| Protection and selection of my memories
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| Poet on the mic
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| With degrees saying please
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| Princess y’all, my supermodel girl
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| Bring you back pretty princess
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| 'Cause I like to rock your world
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| One time, smooth, sweet like wine |