Supermodels Are People Too

The long legs, the long eyebrows The short skirts, the absence of bras The silky hair, the flat chest The short nails, the long nose The small hole, the long toes And they fail to wear their Sunday’s best Supermodels are people too. They eat like the exotic pelicans They walk like the rowdy drunks Who kicked the old beer cans Next to the illegally parked vans Supermodels are people too. The angels of the nights The exquisite sights The retired pimps of the streets They refused to eat the hot beats Who shed blood not tears The walking style of the hungry deers Supermodels are people too. All men want one All men want to win The sugar daddy behaves like a teenager Who is not afraid of the lonely stranger Supermodels are people too. They grow old occasionally They belong to a special crew Sometimes, they forget to be pretty At the carnival, they jump and dance In the middle of the crowd, they dropp top and pants. Supermodels are people too.