Much Too Cold

She was sitting in the sugar bowl acting like a queen
Making cute remarks and smoking like a fiend
A little French hat on top of her head
Jumped up and down with every word she said
She's much too beautiful and much too bold
I want to touch her but she's much to cold

She was sitting in a coffee cup causing a stir
All the night watchmen were staring at here
She crosses her legs, she crosses her heart
She strikes a pose just like a work of art
She's too much to handle, that I've been told
I want to touch her but she's much to cold

She was sitting in a bird cage, up on a perch
Looking at her is just like being in church
You worship at the altar, you fall down on the floor
The you go back to doing what you did before
I want to cover her with promises and smother her with gold
I want to touch her but she's much to cold
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