Paul Oxley's Unit She's A Model
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.
