He Models for Lira

Um, not sure if you knew this
But, um, he models
As in, like, he's a model

He models for Lira

And he can stand
With one foot slightly raised
And look dazed on cue
So before you say anything
Let me just say

He models

Keep that in mind

He wears t-shirts
That suck in
At all the right places
And his face is plastered
On billboards in Europe

He always has a water bottle on him
And a messenger bag
And a pair of sunglasses
And the tightest jeans
You've ever seen

He never looks happy
He plays touch football shirtless in the rain
He stands next to surfboards
But doesn't actually surf

His turf is the beach
And the mall
And the streets

He meets up with his friends
At the ends of bars
And drives cars that you can't afford

He models, remember?
He models for Lira

So your guy is nice
So your guy is kind
And keeps you in mind
Never forgetting your birthday
Or what day you met

I bet he's a gem
But I'm not into guys like him

I like my guy just fine

Because he models
He models

All the time