Radio friendly, commercial song writing
In your magazine
She's the beauty queen
Ain't so run-
When you put me down
And you look around
I've got looks that could kill
I won't be just a substitute
Your dreams playing the field
Love has gotta be absolute
Tell me, what do you feel?
In your Land of Make Believe
She's a Stepford Girl
Is it me or her you need?
Someone in your world
Now I'm turnin': I can leave
Has the warning been heard?
No more Land of Make Believe
Or the Stepford Girl
At the discothèque
We're together, yet
Your head's dancing around
On another date
Eyes like dinner plates
On a body more round
I don't feel I'm inadequate
'Cause she's only fool's gold
I need love that's immaculate
Not just lust takin' hold
CHORUS Then Instrumental
(I) Ain't a Stepford Girl...
Chuck your magazines
All your sleazy dreams
I’m a real life girl
I’m all natural
And dependable
Not a fantasy world
Don’t you judge me with Hollywood -
What you have here's misunderstood – (And) Will be gone in a while...
Lyrics © Chris Breen mail@lyrico.co.uk
MUSIC © PETER BAKER PETER@SONGNET.CO.UK
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