Can’t get by on your good looks alone
But it’s good living till the looks are long gone
It’s good living for a while
Until your looks go out of style

'Cause you don’t work a job
And you don’t wash your hair
But all the people passing by stop in their tracks and stare
You're beautiful you see, seen you in I-D
And they call it a catwalk, when you’re walking down the street

Can’t get by on just your charm, forever
Can’t get by on those dumb jokes
Yeah, even though they’re clever
Can’t get by, no no, there’s a change in the weather
Can’t get by on this thing, forever, forever ever

And you might work a job
And you might use your hands
And you might have to wash the dishes
Clean the pots and pans
But it ain’t all that bad, least not that bad to me
'Cause I got you right by my side and that’s all I need to see

Forget the photos in the mags
And the dumb designer rags that don’t impress me
'Cause I got a girl that’s pretty cool
And at home she makes the rules and I think that’s sexy

Fuck the photos in the mags
And your affected cigarette drags that don’t impress me
The only reason I exist
Is that this girl could flick her wrist and she could wreck me