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