_Verse 1_
I'm always sayin' your friends don't know who they are.
They see the world from afar.
They're laughing, but deep inside they close their minds.
Their heart is a book of blackened eyes.

When we're out on the town, I say you look fine.
But you just call it a lie.
The girls on the television all declare
you've got an obligation to compare.

_Prechorus 1_
A little more right here,
a little less up there and you'll do.
Just a bit of a change and a six-figured figure.

Magazines, and models are all the rage.
-Same to me. They're nothing but paper.
You cry because you couldn't measure up.

_Chorus_
Hey! Sweet Ann, Baby!
Why ya got to to take this out on me?
Your friends keep jabbin' an open scar
and always diggin' too hard.

I don't particularly
give a damn for their hypocrasy.
'Cause when they talk and you've had enough
oh, ya take it out on me.

_Verse 2_
I'm always havin' to drag you away from the mall,
designer labels and all.
The cost of your brand new accessory
is more than just a waste of money, honey.

It's the times when you sob at the end of the day.
I hurt to see you that way.
If fashion's the reason for the rules you break,
I'd rather see you plain than act so fake.

_Prechorus 2_
A little more right here,
a little less up there and you'll do.
You're so easy to mould when your sculpter's a doctor.

Magazines, and models are all the rage.
-Same to me. They're nothing but paper.
You cry because you couldn't measure up.

[Trombone Solo]

[Big Al Scat Solo]

_Chorus_
Hey! Sweet Ann, Baby!
Why ya got to to take this out on me?
Your friends keep jabbin' an open scar
and always diggin' too hard.

I don't particularly
give a damn for their hypocrasy.
'Cause when they talk and you've had enough
oh, ya take it out on me.