Play    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 limelight  She'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 Tricky repertoire  Words flying 'round  Picky seminar  Bound to be drowned in the sound  Sticky shirt and tie  Play 'Bottoms Up' in the bar  Icky, fly guy - why,  She's nastier by far  It's appeasing how she wanna flaunt her fur  His mind's but a blur  He's derailing from his train of thought  Doing not what he ought and was taught  He'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 knew  She'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.    these lyrics are submitted by botas