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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
Shes too rich for her men
She wont stay, what a shame
A shame She wont 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,
Shes nastier by far
Its appeasing how she wanna flaunt her fur
His minds but a blur
Hes derailing from his train of thought
Doing not what he ought and was taught
Hes trying to flick quick, but she waged the pages stick
Someone must have gone click, click, click, click
Cant see whats new, he doesnt have a clue
Of what to do with the woman he thought that he knew
Shes too rich for her men
She wont stay, what a shame
A shame She wont fit in his world
She exists for the game A shame.