Here comes Susie Star of the show With her caved in nostrils and a sulphate glow War paint eyes “yes, lovely dear” But one thing she makes crystal clear She’s high in IQ and my cue is the eye“ If I don’t score tonight I think I’ll die” I hold the aces, you hold the key“ C’mon over baby and show it to me” Roxy Girl it’s a crying shame Your style, it bores me, now that I’m in the game Roxy girl, you’re no mother of pearl Get out of here…STUFF YOUR CLIQUE! You’ve got high heels because they help you get high Your jeans are skin tight so close to your thigh You shimmy over and pose for a while Smartie girls have sure got style You move your body like a glass of champagne Towards the backseat, I’m going insane You pull me over, what a surprise With your wrap around shades And your wrap around thighs You’re all dressed up with nowhere to go Music papers keep you in the know Uppers downers give them a whirlYou’re an alien in a TV world I’ll drop you a line when I move away I hope you get the messageBecause we’ve got something to say Cinzano Jaeger…what a bore! You’ve got the key…now open the doorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
