Ms. Rheingold

You're not Ms. Rheingold or Ms. Clairol Or an ad for "Learn To Draw" And you don't have the prettiest pair of legs I ever saw But cellophane don't move me and can't turn my life around You're the nicest piece of heart and soul That I have ever found I've ever found. You're not a Farrah, or a Brigitte, or a Raquel pussy cat Twenty generations of girls have tried to look like that But class like yours ain't on the screen And it's finally made me think You can lead this horse to Hollywood But you cannot make me drink (can't make him drink). Chorus: I love you honey, you're the one for me And it comes naturally ... I don't want an image, I dont' want a movie star I just want you baby the way you are. You don't fill out the old bikini like a playboy bunny doll In fact in that department you've got little there at all. But in modern times we've gone beyond The Tarzans and the Janes While some just use their bodies Others use their brains, darling, remember brains? (Chorus) Bogart called them "baby", Sinatra called them "dames" And Boyer calls them "ladies", (Norman Mailer calls us names) But I don't need a label to know what you mean to me So I'll just make it simple and call you frequently (I'll call you frequently). (Chorus) (Chorus) I just want you baby the way you are!