What's New For Fall

Into cordouroys or jeans, chinos or capris

Sweater vest, no sleeves, Oxford or whatever you think

I mean whatever is going make you want me

Come on and dress me

I'll be your mannequin

Make me attractive, so sexy and thin

I will stand still, pose me, in any position

And when people pass by the window, I'll be adored by them

I want to be one of the boys from the catalogues that you flip through

You'll point and say, "He's the one"

(Lick your finger, turn the page, slick gloss over images)

And you waste no time deciding

You grab the credit card and call, start ordering

But what's new for fall by spring means nothing

I want to undress you in your walk-in closet

After you try on one of your new outfits

I know that six months later you won't be caught dead in it

But for that moment you're there with your shape hanging everywhere

And it looks perfect, just perfect

I don't think she likes me

Not with this new haircut

I don't think she likes me

I shouldn't eat so much

I don't think she likes me

Not with this new haircut

I don't think she likes me