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She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sits
Making chit-chat, this & 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 & 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 & 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.
