She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sits
Making chit-chatthis and thatfrom the bits
Consumedperfumeddetracts the room despite
Glowingknowing she can head for the limelight
She s too rich for her men
She won t staywhat 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
Ickyfly 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 quickbut she waged the pages stick
Someone must have gone clickclickclickclick
Can t see what s newhe 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 staywhat a shame
A shame
She won t fit in his world
She exists for the game
A shame.

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