I buy her all the right clothes
And pretty j**els to wear
My friends say she's a dumb blonde
But they don't know she dyes her hair
She thinks the fighting in Central America's easily solved
But what to wear to Bel-Air premieres
Is a problem she could never resolve...
She's an airhead
Stungun and mace - Kharmann Ghia plates say "Lost in Space"
She's an airhead
Thousands in trust - cusp Aquarius - get serious
She's an airhead
Tinted contacts don't change the fact that black is black
She's an airhead
And while I'm impressed with the length of those legs
She's not an intellectual giant....
She'd like to model or maybe act
Or start a magazine
Before she signs any contracts
I think she better learn to read
But in her dreams she's the queen of the fashion regime...
You ask me do I love you...
Does the pope live in the woods?
Quod erat demonstrandum, baby.
( ooo you speak French)
(CHORUS)
Sweet and low and oh-so
Little Ms. Dora Jarre
Safe s** and fishnets
And could you walk me to my car
She's losing faith in a world that is out of control
So she's gonna nix politics,
She's taking up volleyball! volleyball! why?
She's an airhead
Stungun and mace - Kharmann Ghia plates say "Lost in Space" she's an airhead
Thousands in trust - cusp Aquarius - get serious
She's an airhead
And now the time's come for the end of my song,
Don't get me wrong
If she's an airhead it has to be said
It was men made her that way
It was us made her that way
It was us made her that way!