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