Talking About You

She Came out sweating Her sequins dropping like stars on the Floor Her fish nets in Her handbag, lipstick all inside the door Oh, hush, now, here she comes All flushed and having fun We were just talking, talking about you We are not vicious, we are not bitchy Talking about the things you lack Who Would wear diamonds Who would be seen dead in that setting Her Little Miss Hands Every stone squeezed from blood and petting Oh, hush, now, here she is All crushed with looking Liz We were just talking, talking about you We are not vicious, we are not bitchy Talking about the things you lack She's Getting porky She doesn't know who did it 'cos of All The copy door keys And all those buses, toilets, and the halls Oh, hush, now, here she comes All flushed and having fun We were just talking, talking about you We are not vicious, we are not bitchy Talking about the things you lack