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