Airhead - Thomas Dolby

I buy her all the right clothes and pretty jewels to wear

My friends say she’s a dumb blonde but they don’t know she dyes her hair

She thinks the fighting in Central America’s easily solved

But what to wear to Bel Air premieres is a problem she could never resolve

She’s an airhead

Stungun and mace, Kharmann Ghia plates say «Lost in Space»

She’s an airhead

Thousands in trust, cusp aquarius, get serious

She’s an airhead

Tinted contacts don’t change the fact that black is black

She’s an airhead

And while I’m impressed with the length of those legs

She’s not an intellectual giant

She’d like to model, or maybe act, or start a magazine

Before she signs any big contracts, she better learn to read

But in her dreams she’s the queen of the fashion regime

You ask me do I love you, does the Pope live in the woods?

Quod

Erat Demonstrandum, baby.

(«Ooh, you speak french»)

She’s an airhead

Stungun and mace, Kharmann Ghia plates say «Lost in Space»

She’s an airhead

Thousands in trust, cusp aquarius, get serious

She’s an airhead

And while I’m impressed with the size of that chest

She’s not an intellectual giant

Sweet and low and oh-so, little Ms. Dora Jarre

Safe sex and fishnets and could you walk me to my car, pa

She’s losing faith in a world that is out of control

So she’s gonna nix politics, she’s taking up volleyball

Volleyball, why?

Cause she’s an airhead

Stungun and mace, Kharmann Ghia plates say «Lost in Space»

She’s an airhead

Thousands in trust, cusp aquarius — get serious

She’s an airhead

And now the time’s come for the end of my song

Don’t get me wrong

If she’s an airhead, it has to be said

It was men made her that way

It was us made her that way

It was us made her that way

Oh airhead