Vista previa
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