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She the rich kitsch niche where she sits
Making chit-chat, this and that, the bits
Consumed, perfumed, detracts the despite
Glowing, knowing she can head for the

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

repertoire
Words flying
seminar
Bound to be in the sound

shirt and tie
Play up in the bar
Icky, fly guy why
She's by far

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

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

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

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