Girls Aloud

Girls girls girls girls girls girls
Girls girls girls girls girls girls girls
Cos he loves the models
And he hugs the models
Goes to lunch with models
Cos he's trying everyday and when he sleeps
With models
Dreams of models
Wants to be a model
Cos it's all he's got to say
Why don't you call?
Got your number got your back on my wall
So why don't you call me?
Nothing at all
Rocks my hunger like a trip to the mall
So why don't you call me?
Why don't you call?
Why don't you call? Why don't you come around baby?
Nothing at all
You got my number and it's driving me crazy
Credit cards and lobster and crystal in rounds (first class)
Back doors and bouncers only A list allowed (smart bars)
All those faces in the places to be seen
Darling we're in fashion, don't you know?
Cos he loves the models
And he hugs the models
Goes to lunch with models
Cos he's trying everyday and when he sleeps
With models
Dreams of models
Wants to be a model
Cos it's all he's got to say
Girls girls girls girls girls girls
Girls girls girls girls girls girls
Girls girls girls girls girls girls
Girls girls girls girls girls girls
A girl's got face, fancy place
Baby can I stick with you?
A sheet's got head, head to feet
Baby what am I to do?
A girl's got style, legs for miles
Seen them walk all over you
You get your kicks like flies to shit
Buzzing round the model zoo
Cos he loves the models
And he hugs the models