Ooh, look at all this company coming round tonight.�
even catherine o'hara's come by to say hello.�
you really wanna know?�
well, i'll tell you, i might have to pour myself
another little moonshine...�
here we go:�
It was a sweet and frosty may,�
in the town of thunder bay,�
when dale and wendy day went out
to sweetbrush lake.�
found a weeping willow to sit down
and do the thunder bay a go-go,�
while the wind was real soft.�
poor little wendy just had to break.�
Later on that month,�
dale went for pepper lunch at
the "we're-all-in-this-together diner".�
yeah, the pea soup was fine,�
the corn cob on time,�
the chili dogs even finer.�
the real reason was that wendy
was working counter.�
those two little kids just couldn't
get enough of each other.�
dale broke out like a man and said:�
"wendy i think i want to take your hand
and make little children, live beyond the sand.�
in respect to the clouds
and the colony of your eyes,
that day we made love,
i'm going to call my little child amber jones"�
Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free.�
Which is exactly what happened.�
There ain't no genie in the bottle,
or in that magazine.�
Let me ask you one question, and it goes:�
hey supermodel,�
what's it like being pretty?�
Now everyone knows that if you're going
to run a successful caf�,�
you have to hire the prettiest waitress.�
amber it turns out had been working
at the pepperlunch caf�
just like her mother did 20 years earlier,�
and it boils down to this very simple doctrine,�
given by ralph habbasham the owner:�
ralph says the customer is always right,�
and the customers here are mostly men,�
and though it don't seem,�
>from table 2 to 16,�
all men do is dream:�
of falling in love, just like women.�
now sitting at table 20 was a man
from new york city who was most impressed
with amber's poses.�
he said, "come over here missy,
i gots a kind of proposition, that is,
iif you're willing to listen."�
Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free.�
there ain't no genie in the bottle,
or in that magazine.�
Come with me.�
Hey supermodel.�
Where will i stay?�
my place, where do you think?�
is it big enough?�
it's got a double bed!�
And she was just everywhere!�
i mean little girls wanted to be like her,�
little boys wanted to be with her,�
and even mothers somehow altered their physique
just to be a little close to what amber represented.�
One day amber, who likes the sweetbrush diner
where she used to work, really missed
those coconut cake cucumbers,�
and made out with one giant flesh missile
on the top of her forehead.�
poor little amber couldn't do a thing about it.�
and her poor career went kinda downhill
as the people outside her hotel room penthouse
cried out...�
well, you know what they cried out:�
Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free.�
Sing along with me gals.�
There ain't no genie in the bottle,
or in that magazine.�
Hey supermodel,�
what's it like being a teen dream?�
Shackles, shackles, shackles on my heart,�
i loved you from the very first day, from the start,�
but you left, call it theft of the heart,�
bring me back the spark,�
pretty girl, pretty princess, that is left.�
bright lights in the glitter,�
the shine of the night, right,�
you dreamed of the city 'cause you dreamed of flight,�
but it's timber, watch these trees that are falling,�
pretty little princess with no one to call,�
it's a small town now girl, it doesn't seem so small,�
first love, fifth grade, first kiss at the mall, with me.�
y'all check it with the degrees,�
bring it back on the m-i-c,�
'cause the man's on his knees,�
small town ways,�
in the g's from grade,�
bring me back sunny days,�
we's that praise, haze,�
y'all tripping through the maze everyday,�
in the mind want the grape from the vine that was mine.�
come back y'all to the very first day that we met,�
'cause i must call it theft, y'all,�
protection and selection of my memories,�
poet on the mic,�
with degrees saying please,�
princess y'all, my supermodel girl,�
bring you back pretty princess,�
'cause i like to rock your world,�
one time, smooth, sweet like wine.�