Текст песни Theatre Of Tragedy - Play
Theatre Of Tragedy - Play слова песни
She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sitsMaking chit-chat, this and that, from the bitsConsumed, perfumed, detracts the room despiteGlowing, knowing she can head for the limelightShe`s too rich for her men She won`t stay, what a shameA shameShe won`t fit in his worldShe exists for the gameA shameTricky repertoireWords flying `roundPicky seminarBound to be drowned in the soundSticky shirt and tiePlay `Bottoms Up` in the barIcky, fly guy - why,She`s nastier by farIt`s appeasing how she wanna flaunt her furHis mind`s but a blurHe`s derailing from his train of thoughtDoing not what he ought and was taughtHe`s trying to flick quick, but she waged the pages stickSomeone 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 knewShe`s too rich for her men She won`t stay, what a shameA shameShe won`t fit in his worldShe exists for the gameA shame.