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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 limelightShe'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 shameTricky repertoire
Words flying 'round
Picky seminar
Bound to be drowned in the soundSticky shirt and tie
Play bottoms up in the bar
Icky, fly guy why
She's nastier by farIt's appeasing how she wanna flaunt her fur
His mind's but a blur, oh dear
He's derailing from his train of thought
Doing not what he ought and was taughtHe'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 knewShe'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 shameTricky repertoire
Words flying 'round
Picky seminarSticky shirt and tie
Play bottoms up in the bar
Icky, fly guy whyShe'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 shameShe'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