Six For Four

Hey smile lady you may just reignite
the embers of love in your soul that you try to disguise
Take designer shades off to reveal the contacts in your eyes
Your golden shades of flesh loosely covered over has me mesmerised

Shame you think I'm out of your league
But how will you know if you don't talk with me?
Let me wrap my words around your mind
Laughing, joking in deep subjects isn't a crime

Walk on and lets grab a coffee
Tell me about something I don't see
Can you hold a conversation in what you believe?
Maybe then you'll know your not too good for me

Higher class with a sexy firm arse
Plastic in her pocket and under skin
Her daddy is a surgeon but she don't fit in
Misfit in her family but still she wears Gucci

Met her in the morning on Harley Street
She smiled cos she's just had her teeth bleached
She's got a ticket from parking in a disabled bay
She just shrugs her shoulder and says her daddy will pay

She checks her reflection in the brass on the surgeons door
Her lips are pout from all the collagen injections for sure
Leaflet in her hand says "six procedures for the price of four"
I do think she's over done it but she still wants one more

I ask if he can extract out her soul
If he has a licence payed for by her american express gold
She looks at me with eyes that scold
She definitely doesn't like what she's being told

Happy to go under a surgeons knife
Happy with her lavish fake life
I'm the truth that aches at her insides
Sorry lady your just not good enough to be my wife