She`s a model in the city,
She loves the crowds and the noise.
She`s got a motor, she got the money,
She`s got so many toys.
When she walks in the room you can tell at once,
There`s something about her poise,
She`s got a way with the boys.
You want to touch her but she`s too much,
She`s not the type you can trust.
She`s got her face on every poster
Like some object of lust
And when she`s talking you`ve got to listen
There`s something about her voice,
She`s got a way with the boys.
You don`t want to fall for her but you can`t resist her,
You want to tell your friends that you once kissed her,
You once kissed her...
She had a husband then she left him
But that was long ago,
She`s independant, she doesn`t need him
And I believe her I believe her.
She`s a model in the city,
She doesn`t need anything,
It isn`t hard to understand her
Or take her under your wing
But as you lie in your bed with her there`s no joy
You`re just like one of her toys,
She`s got a way with the boys.