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They glide across my T.V.screen
Like they?re out of a dream
With faces more beautiful than any
I have ever seen

But something had me scratching my head
How do the men that share their beds
Ever get the urge to up and leave
When such a fine beauty is there to please?

But soon the answer was very clear
The facts undeniably plain to hear
They open their mouths and begin to talk

Attention All SuperModels...Shut Up!
Attention All SuperModels...Shut Up!

Being beautiful they said
is not easy as it seems
It takes alot of work and sweat
to be a runway queen

Wouldn?t it be strange if Cindy C.
Got a bug that altered her genes
And from this small calamity
She ended up looking like you or me

I?d put her in a room with a VCR,
Cindy C. beauty tape, and lock the door
We?ll let you out
when you look like the box

Attention All SuperModels...Shut Up!
Attention All SuperModels...Shut Up!

Silence is nifty when your IQ?s fifty

Attention All SuperModels...Shut Up!
Attention All SuperModels...Shut Up!