She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sits Making chit-chat, this and that, from the bits Consumed, perfumed, detracts the room despite Glowing, knowing she can head for the limelight She`s too rich for her men She won`t stay, what a shame A shame She won`t fit in his world She exists for the game A shame Tricky repertoire Words flying `round Picky seminar Bound to be drowned in the sound Sticky shirt and tie Play `Bottoms Up` in the bar Icky, fly guy - why, She`s nastier by far It`s appeasing how she wanna flaunt her fur His mind`s but a blur He`s derailing from his train of thought Doing not what he ought and was taught He`s trying to flick quick, but she waged the pages stick Someone must have gone click, click, click, click Can`t see what`s new, he doesn`t have a clue Of what to do with the woman he thought that he knew She`s too rich for her men She won`t stay, what a shame A shame She won`t fit in his world She exists for the game A shame.
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