V1 Working for a living ain't no disgrace Even when you still could be a blonde bombshell It's a shame no-one remembers your face But in their browser history your bust rings a bell CH Nothing seemed real in the Mansion house Your boobs got you in and your brains got you out You cringed when they said that they could make you a star You like the privacy of your own backyard You're a playboy bunny with a baby seat in your car V2 Your young slim friends cried opportunity Even though to you it seemed a fool's goldmine Now 23 is just a memory When it comes to birthdays and to your waistline M8 The only playmates now are the ones at the play dates Your blue-ray's blazing but the features it plays are always G-rated Models in the playpen are just Barbie and Ken No more keeping thin for businessmen You don't deal with them, and you won't again Just with your real friends Nothing was real up in that mansion What's real now? 'You and me, baby' You say: 'You and me, baby' Final CH You're an ex-playmate with experience An ex-centrefold that saw common sense You won't do topless so you live from the tip jar Beauty's skin deep, but that's not what you are You're a playboy bunny with a baby seat in your car