It's all about the songs...
Lyrics
V1
Working for a living ain't no disgrace
Even when you still could be a blonde bombshell
It's a shame no-one remembers your face
But in their browser history your bust rings a bell
CH
Nothing seemed real in the Mansion house
Your boobs got you in and your brains got you out
You cringed when they said that they could make you a star
You like the privacy of your own backyard
You're a playboy bunny with a baby seat in your car
V2
Your young slim friends cried opportunity
Even though to you it seemed a fool's goldmine
Now 23 is just a memory
When it comes to birthdays and to your waistline
M8
The only playmates now are the ones at the play dates
Your blue-ray's blazing but the features it plays are always G-rated
Models in the playpen are just Barbie and Ken
No more keeping thin for businessmen
You don't deal with them, and you won't again
Just with your real friends
Nothing was real up in that mansion
What's real now? 'You and me, baby'
You say: 'You and me, baby'
Final CH
You're an ex-playmate with experience
An ex-centrefold that saw common sense
You won't do topless so you live from the tip jar
Beauty's skin deep, but that's not what you are
You're a playboy bunny with a baby seat in your car
