Magazine Ad Fantasy

all body and soul all body and soul
he captures me then lets me go
into a dream in magazines
of Ivy League Models throwing balls

and perfumed girls from another world
that's what I'll be if he tells me so
a paper abyss a scented mist
i'm heroine chic take a peek at me now

Now I'm stuck in a scene
Oh you look like a man in a magazine
Baby don't go with her
Choose me

in secret worlds in secret worlds
there's no one else we just let go
a perfume ad i'm feeling bad
when you're not on my arm like that couple
it's black and white the feeling's right
i'm chasing you with the wind in my hair
we're rolling in grass you're sneaking past
she's behind a tree coming to get you

Now I'm stuck in a scene
Oh you look like a man in a magazine
Baby don't go with her
Choose me