My dear, the problem isn’t cash The issue is your girls have no panache My kittens pride themselves with grace Your guppies act as— how do I put this? Blasé You wear fishnets, we don Capezios While you make peanuts, we snack on pistachios I hope my candor serves you well ‘Cause your girls don’t have a chance in Hell Clearly, we are really out of your league
Perhaps you’ve learned some better taste And by the looks of it, you took the cake I do applaud you for your bravery But I can’t save you from barbarity You sing shanties, we perform works of art I snicker at the thought of being your confidant My golden standard’s going platinum And darling, I’m spilling the tea We’re very, positively out of your league
Indulgence is a friend of mine And I’ve maxed out every credit line My pride has gotten me this far And I don’t have any regrets, except for her I’ll never make that mistake again
So hurry back, run to your gutter swamp But, hey, could I borrow that wig? ‘Cause I’ve got some floors to mop And as for you, I bid adieu Please send Alexis my best Karma is a filthy mistress But that’s survival of the fittest And destiny has proven you’re out of your league