Country blues waltz. There's always a gold standard of feminine beauty: The girl always holds herself up to it, and finds herself wanting. The boy finds himself wanting too--he wants the girl. Just as she is.
Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
Lyrics
She reads every word of Mademoiselle
She’s no super star, she knows only too well,
And she’s fixated on everything wrong.
Like her eyes are too small, and her ears are too big,
And Reese Witherspoon makes her look like a pig,
And her nose is too long, and her mouth is too wide,
And she’s just got one dimple on just the wrong side.
But that girl in my sight is everything right.
As far as I know, for all I can see,
She’s Natalie Portman to me.
Tip top to toe, suits me right to a tee,
She’s Natalie Portman to me.
She studies each picture in Vanity Fair,
And she hates her clothes, and she hates her hair,
And she’s fixated on everything wrong.
Like her thighs are too big, and her buns are too small,
And up north in Hooterville—nothing at all,
And her legs are too fat, and she walks like a duck,
And Kristen Kreuk makes her look like a truck.
But that girl in my sight is everything right.
For all that I’m worth, as far as I see,
She’s Natalie Portman to me.
Makeover, shmakeover—let the girl be,
She’s Natalie Portman to me.
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