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She fills the rich kitsch where she sits
Making chit-chat, and that, from the bits
Consumed, perfumed, detracts the room
Glowing, she can head for the limelight

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

Tricky
Words 'round
Picky
to be drowned 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 but a blur, oh dear
He's from his train of thought
not what he ought and was taught

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

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

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Words flying
seminar

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

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

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