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