GIRLS ALOUD | Models

LYRICS:

Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls

'Cos he loves the models
And he hugs the models
Goes to lunch with models
'Cause he's trying everyday
And when he sleeps with models
Then he dreams of models
Wants to be a model
'Cause it's all he's got to say

Why don't you call, got your number
Got your back on my wall
So why don't you call me
If nothing at all, rocks my hunger
Like a trip to the mall
So why don't you call me

Why don't you call, why don't you call
Why don't you come around baby
If nothing at all, you've got my number
And it's driving me crazy

Credit cards and lobster
And Crystal in rounds (first class)
Backdoors and bouncers
Only A-List allowed (smart bars)
All those faces in the places to be seen
Darling, we're in fashion, don't you know?

'Cos he loves the models
And he hugs the models
Goes to lunch with models
'Cause he's trying everyday
And when he sleeps with models
Then he dreams of models
Wants to be a model
'Cause it's all he's got to say

His girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls
His girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls
His girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls
His girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls

A girl's got face, fancy place
Baby can I stick with you
She's got heat, head to feet
Baby what am I to do
The girl's got style, legs for miles
Seen him walk all over you
You get your kicks, like flies to shit
Buzzing round the model zoo

'Cos he loves the models
And he hugs the models
Goes to lunch with models
'Cause he's trying everyday
And when he sleeps with models
Then he dreams of models
Wants to be a model
'Cause it's all he's got to say

His girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls
His girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls
His girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls
His girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls

Where do you go after dinner
Instead of walking me home
Oh where do you go to
Why don't you phone
Someone famous got you talking in code
Oh! Sashimi in Nobu

Why don't you call, why don't you call
Why don't you come around baby
Nothing at all, you've got my number
And it's driving me crazy

'Cos he loves the models
And he hugs the models
Goes to lunch with models
'Cause he's trying everyday
And when he sleeps with models
Then he dreams of models
Wants to be a model
'Cause it's all he's got to say

His girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls
His girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls
His girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls
His girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls
His girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls
His girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls
His girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls
His girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls

INFORMATION:

Available on:
x Girls Aloud - Chemistry (2005) CD

Credits:
Written by Miranda Cooper, Brian Higgins, Tim Powell, Nick Coler, Lisa Cowling and Myra Boiyle.
Published by Xenomania/ Warner Chapell Music Ltd.
Produced by Brian Higgins and Xenomania.
Mixed by Tim Powell and Brian Higgins.
Keyboards and Programming: Tim Powell and Brian Higgins.
Keyboards: Tim "Rolf" Larcombe.
Programmed by Jon Shave and Nick Coler.
Guitar: Nick Coler.

REVIEWS:
x "Models" is astonishing because, even though you were expecting Girls Aloud and Xenomania to start thinking about resurrecting the ethos of the Mo-Dettes or Girls At Our Best! in 2005, you're amazed that they actually did something about it and went through with it (though maybe Xenomania have their eye on the Pipettes). Indeed, GA's monumental monotone FUCK YOU vocals are so captivating that one almost regrets it when individual voices come through more recognisably in the verses. Marcello Carlin

x Girls Aloud - British talent show pop girl group, yeah? Well, sure, but don't get it twisted. They are, in fact, one of the best rock acts in the world right now. I can understand why so many people would make the mistake of believing otherwise - in 2005, rock more often than not denotes a slavish devotion to guitars and the tedium of tradition, with most good acts working within the genre getting by on charm and chops rather than a mad rush of pop energy and invention. Basically, Girls Aloud are a pop rock act that have made the decision NOT to be mind-numbingly boring. They have some obvious peers in contemporary pop - Sugababes, Rachel Stevens, Annie, Kelly Clarkson - but I tend to believe that they are actually most similar to The New Pornographers, at least in terms of the effect that I get from listening to their albums. As with the New Pornographers' three LPs, Girls Aloud's Chemistry is on full blast from start to finish, even when they make time for the ballads. The craft is seamless; every track is nearly overflowing with hooks, and every moment is executed with scary precision without ever losing the spark of humanity. The songs give me exactly what I need, but keep me on my toes, often veering from conventional song structures ever so slightly without calling unnecessary attention to craft. As with any great pop art, it has a way of scrambling critical faculties with a manic surge of thrill power, and that's the kind of high that I wish I could have all of the time. Matthew Perpetua

x You've spent a lot of time wondering what the Pet Shop Boys would sound like if they were a Devo tribute act, right? It deals with men who try to assert their masculinity by sleeping with cover girls (a dangerous viewpoint to take from a band who've always hesitated a few inches away from falling into the jagged rocks of lads mag irrelevance, the reason that Rachel Stevens and Holly Valance are selling zero records whilst Goldfrapp shift units for fun these days), but there's the whole "If you grew up with holes in your Zapatos you would celebrate the minute you was having dough" sub-text of the song: they brag of drinking Cristal in rounds, eating lobster, and actually being the models who get tracked down these days. Girls Aloud are council estate girls made good, the same way the Spice Girls were, and as such there's an actual love of the job they're doing, it's an escape route from their past and into fame, as opposed to those haircut indie bands who would instead be working in their father's law practice or lecturing in media studies. Dom Passantino

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