They don't play the song on the radio They don't show the tits on the video They don't know that we are the media They don't know that we start the mania Your Eyes don't want to see what I'm making you Your ass is off its seat and I'm shaking you Walking down the street I'm the lady - ah - Showing off my map of Tasmania
Soft and sweet and shaped like a triangle Some girls want no shape and they shave it all That's so whack, it hurts with the stubble Walking 'round and look like an eight-year-old Soft and sweet and shaped like a triangle Some girls want no shape and they shave it all That's so whack, it hurts with the stubble Walking 'round and look like an eight-year-old
I say grow that shit like a jungle Give 'em something strong to hold onto Let it fly in the open wind If it get too bushy, you can trim
They don't play the song on the radio They don't show the tits on the video They don't know that we are the media They don't know that we start the mania You Eyes don't want to see what I'm making you Your ass is off its seat and I'm shaking you Walking down the street I'm the lady - ah - Showing off my map of Tasmania credits