Michael Martin Murphey - Pink Lady lyrics

Now there's something sadly lacking In her lady like cliche As she looks down on the traffic In her thin negligee; Mixing light hearted co*ktails With some heavy handed talk, She's a sparkling pink lady With a snake charmer's walk. She's so helpless . . . She's selfish . . . She's selfish . . . Romance is her religion She's been worshipping so long; Her love is like makeup She knows so well how to put it on. And she's got to come on helpless To get any help. You know a pink lady Ain't supposed to know How to defend herself . . . She's so helpless . . . She's selfish . . . She's got a bowl of wax bananas, And they're never gonna get ripe. She's got a new teakwood stereo 'Cause she's the stereo type. She's got a glittering palm tree shirt Cowboy shirt boyfriend- In the palm of her hand. And don't she talk that secret language Only playgirls understand?