Clothes aren't what they used to be
They don't seem to fit you and me, anymore
Modesty is out the door
Flaunting what we've got and more is in
Yeah, it's in
"Don't ask why, just wear what we say
You'll look like a model if you'll only obey
To get the attention, just do what we say"
Pay so much for clothes so small
Was this shirt made for me or my doll?
Is this all I get?
I looked so hot but caught a cold
I was doing just what I was told
To fit in
"Let's ask why, don't wear what they say
Don't want to be a model; they can't eat anyway
That kind of attention will fade with the day
So, I'll stand up and say. . .
Clothes that fit are fine
Won't show what's mine
Don't change my mind
I'll be fine