Juliana Hatfield - Supermodel lyrics

The highest paid piece of a** You know it's not gonna last Those magazines end up in the trash, yeah What's the big idea? None of that stuff is even real Want to know how they really feel, yeah Five thousand dollars a day Is what they pay my baby For her pretty face Five thousand dollars a day Is what they pay my baby For her pretty face I came over as soon as she called 'Cause she's a living doll And she's famous for nothing at all, yeah She's living life like a dream With a false sense of self-esteem I wish she'd trade places with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah