An anorexic young upstart struts down the runway,
she is so thin but more gaunt then lean
She cut down on her baby fat the fun way, checked herself into a magazine
Like every preacher needs a sinner and the gangster likes the sub-machine,
experts get paid by the beginners
and the bombshell needs her magazine
Ventura police told me that I was weaving on my way down the hall to suite two-ten
See, I get blown away so easily, all it takes me is a few puffs of wind
When I go out to see my baby, I pick her up at ten-fifteen
And as I wait for all her clothes to get put on I sit down and check out a magazine