She's a model in the city,She loves the crowds and the noise.She's got a motor, she got the money,She's got so many toys.When she walks in the room you can tell at once,There's something about her poise,She's got a way with the boys.You want to touch her but she's too much,She's not the type you can trust.She's got her face on every posterLike some object of lustAnd when she's talking you've got to listenThere's something about her voice,She's got a way with the boys.You don't want to fall for her but you can't resist her,You want to tell your friends that you once kissed her,You once kissed her...She had a husband then she left himBut that was long ago,She's independant, she doesn't need himAnd I believe her I believe her.She's a model in the city,She doesn't need anything,It isn't hard to understand herOr take her under your wingBut as you lie in your bed with her there's no joyYou're just like one of her toys,She's got a way with the boys.