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She fills the kitsch niche where she sits
Making chit-chat, this and that, from the
Consumed, perfumed, detracts the room
Glowing, knowing she can head for the

She's too for her men
She stay, what a shame, a shame
She fit in his world
She exists for the game, a

repertoire
Words 'round
Picky
Bound to be in the sound

Sticky and tie
Play up in the bar
Icky, fly guy why
nastier by far

It's appeasing how she flaunt her fur
His mind's but a blur, oh
He's derailing from his train of
Doing not he ought and was taught

He's trying to quick, but she waged the pages stick
Someone must have click, click, click, click
Can't see what's new, he doesn't a clue
Of to do with the woman he thought that he knew

too rich for her men
She won't stay, what a shame, a
She fit in his world
She exists for the game, a

Tricky
Words flying
Picky

shirt and tie
Play up in the bar
Icky, fly guy why

She's too for her men
She stay, what a shame, a shame
She won't fit in his
She exists for the game, a

too rich for her men
She won't stay, a shame, a shame
She won't fit in his
She exists for the game, a