she's six feet tall with a personal stylist   her deepest secrets cooped up inside, she's childish   makin the call cause she's got me dialed in   no innocence she's the wildest      smilin lips, the pink glares on her gloss   theres a dude named Pierre in her wanabe entourage   with her sugar derierre, sweet cherry eclairs   over rose beds, carry me there      in the sunrays, her eyes are glamorous   on the runways, she'll strut for their flashing cameras   acting the nicest even when her heart is sad    her body is a priceless artifact      the sexy belly dances like she's in india   puffin on hookas and indica, seductive eyes of indigo   last nights goodbye thrown out that window   if she's into ya, she's in to go      it could all be an act   she's a bombshell pin up doll, pinned down with a tac      in the sunrays, her eyes are glamorous   on the runways, she'll strut for their flashing cameras   acting the nicest even when her heart is sad    her body is a priceless artifact