She Wears a Gold Tiara
¶ 1
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She wears a gold tiara
And a diamante frock,
Versacchi-esque mascara
And a suntan round the clock.
Her figure truly flatters
And she has a gorgeous ass,
But sure, nothing really matters
If you haven’t any class.
¶ 2
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A bounteous big spender,
As befits the nouveau riche,
Lauding all her splendour
Like a bitch let off the leash.
She sold off her little dwelling
For a mansion in the sticks,
And there’s little way of telling
Where she’s going to get her kicks.
¶ 3
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For, by the saints above us,
Many men flock to her call.
She has had a string of lovers
But has fallen out with all.
She will loudly come a-courting
In her Beamer big and flash,
But your chances are not sporting
If you’re only after cash.
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