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She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sitsMaking chit-chat, this and that, from the bitsConsumed, perfumed, detracts the room despiteGlowing, knowing she can head for the limelight
She's too rich for her menShe won't stay, what a shame, a shameShe won't fit in his worldShe exists for the game, a shame
Tricky repertoireWords flying 'roundPicky seminarBound to be drowned in the sound
Sticky shirt and tiePlay bottoms up in the barIcky, fly guy whyShe's nastier by far
It's appeasing how she wanna flaunt her furHis mind's but a blur, oh dearHe's derailing from his train of thoughtDoing not what he ought and was taught
He's trying to flick quick, but she waged the pages stickSomeone must have gone click, click, click, clickCan't see what's new, he doesn't have a clueOf what to do with the woman he thought that he knew
She's too rich for her menShe won't stay, what a shame, a shameShe won't fit in his worldShe exists for the game, a shame
Tricky repertoireWords flying 'roundPicky seminar
Sticky shirt and tiePlay bottoms up in the barIcky, fly guy why
She's too rich for her menShe won't stay, what a shame, a shameShe won't fit in his worldShe exists for the game, a shame
She's too rich for her menShe won't stay, what a shame, a shameShe won't fit in his worldShe exists for the game, a shame