To My Boy - Model | Текст песни

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This weekend I constructed a model for the answer
It wasn't very easy
But these things never are I suppose.

The idea came upon me -
"A model for the weekend"
I put my hands upon it
And held it up for everyone.
I put my hands upon it
Capturing it's beauty.
I put my hands upon it
And now I cannot tear them away.

Model, you
Model, you
Model, you left me in ruin.

I have a model for you
I made on my computer
I wrecked my head on Tuesday:
I am far from perfect.
The model is a beauty.
The model is a beauty.
I am far from perfect.
The model is a beauty.

Model, you
Model, you
Model, you left me in ruin.

And I am on the scrapheap now.

Model, you
Model, you
Model, you