The Worlds a Hall of Mirrors
Her eyes see every prize
Season in London
Winter in LA
Flakey little night clubs
Everybodies gay
The whore in Kings cause a couple of fights
From Billboard, hoardings and magazines
There but for the grace go I
Poor cow, poor cow, poor cow
Her pimp guarantees her a car every month
Powder your nose
Cheer up chump
The World is not enough
We all rent or get laid
The whore in Kings cause a couple of fights
From Billboard, hoardings and magazines
There but for the grace go I
Poor cow, poor cow, poor cow
Her stupid Fuckin boyfriend's back on the dole
it aint that she aint loved
or some blankoid bitch on heat
but dont worry you'll never taste defeat
The whore in Kings cause a couple of fights
From Billboard, hoardings and magazines
There but for the grace go I
Poor cow, poor cow, poor cow
Come in model number one your times all up
there's another one coming through
Much younger and more beautiful than you