Play Lyrics - Assembly - Theatre Of Tragedy

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, oh dear 

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 

Tricky repertoire 

Words flying 'round 

Picky seminar 

Sticky shirt and tie 

Play bottoms up in the bar 

Icky, fly guy why 

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 

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