All dressed up and no place to go

Well Hello there
Mr Mannequin.
That shirt and trousers combo
sure suits you.
You look so relaxed or ready
as though the clothes were made to fit
Not quite my style though.
I would look you in the eye
but you wouldn't look back
or still look ever inward to the blank walls,
while eternally bathed in the spotlight.
Maybe profound thoughts do rattle around
in your perfect empty head.
So maybe not all models are air heads,
but your face sure is pure plastic.
No price is too high for the shirt off your back
though the tinman has more heart than you.
Still, lucky you have a head
while some of the suited squad
have all the style
And the underwear demigods
have all the junk in their trunk
but nothing above the shoulders and pecs.
But even though you are always stylish
while I overheat, sweat and stare at you
there is no motion to the motionless.
All dressed up and no place to go,
and still here when I return
So I'll be off.
The world turns but you're stuck posing stock-still.
Goodday to you.