"Supermodel" lyrics - JULIANA HATFIELD

The highest paid piece of ass
You know it's not gonna last
Those magazines end up in the trash

What's the big idea
None of that stuff is even real
Wanna know how they really feel

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

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

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