Text: Bows. Blush.

Bitching with my sisters is a pure and rare delight
Blissfully narcissistic only I won't get a
Bite my tongue before I say a single thing
That gives the game away

Golden off the shoulder that reveals my better side
Cupid tugs my heartstrings, can't resist the rising
Tidy little number all the fun is in the wonder it excites

Fool talking things that I will never be
But I like it, it's what you do for
Smooth talking, better get a better set for me

My good looking glass
There's really not much more at stake
Sycophantic asses flattering every move
I make myself a million and escape the mundane labors of the day

Fool talking things that I will never be
But I like it, it's what you do for
Smooth talking, things that I will never ever be

Fool talking things that I will never be
But I like it, it's what you do for
Smooth talking, better yet a better bet for me