"Supermodel" as written by and Hatfield....
The highest paid piece of ass
You know it's not gonna last
Those magazines end up in the trash, yeah

What's the big idea? None of that stuff is even real
Want to know how they really feel, yeah

Five thousand dollars a day
Is what they pay my baby
For her pretty face
Five thousand dollars a day
Is what they pay my baby
For her pretty face

I came over as soon as she called
'Cause she's a living doll
And she's famous for nothing at all, yeah
She's living life like a dream
With a false sense of self-esteem
I wish she'd trade places with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Five thousand dollars a day
Is what they pay my baby
For her pretty face
Five thousand dollars a day
Is what my baby gets paid
For being just another pretty face


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    General CommentThis is one of my favorite Juliana Hatfield songs. It really hits on the fact that the world of the supermodel is so superficial and fleeting that it's almost like the people aren't even real, but just a way to market an unrealistic and discusting standard of beuty. The best part it is a beautiful person talking about the whole thing.
    BlakeQHatfieldon September 08, 2002   Link

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