Christy Lauren - Magazine lyrics

Little girls in pretty boxes, high tech sweat and younger skin We were all delicious and smelled of Arpege I buzzed my k**er in Bring me the head of Jerry Garcia Super s** on water skis Iced decaf and mocchaccino And a hooker by the grinder please Magazine, know what I mean You go on and on and on about stuff I've never seen Magazine, stuck to my hand The boys don't ever get it But the girls all understand Angel, waffle, women are weird Tighten up your tail Throw her on the linoleum and Harpoon her like a whale Dad's on d**, British s** A rollicking good time Trust fund kids, when men are pigs Just cook that little swine Magazine, know what I mean You go on and on and on about stuff I've never seen Magazine, stuck to my hand The boys don't ever get it But the girls all understand Missionary position, politician Young girls in the world's oldest profession Beauty, health, fashion, food And the books and s** and art and news The boys don't ever get it But the girls all understand Magazine, know what I mean You go on and on and on about stuff I've never seen Magazine, stuck to my hand The boys don't ever get it But the girls all understand Magazine, Rip it up and just throw it away Rip it up and just throw it away Rip it up and just throw it away Magazine, still stuck to my hand The boys don't ever get it But the girls all understand