It's a splendid
High waisted
White flavoured day


It's pavlov
With barking

And feathers
And pearls


It's porcelain
Oh so bored
Faces and curls


Buckles and budgets and bell-bottom
Cools

Struttung and strudding and preening by
The rules


Cindarella
For a day
She's a queen in white angel lace

In a dream
That she fabricates
For her last remaining green dollar bill


In a corrugated castle
With so many fossilised remains

Plaster baked in Sachs special poweder
And Villafranchian lace


Long shanks
Lean shanks
With mini-skirted brims

It's a harem
In conquest
Oh, with the alabaster skins


"Did I see you in Rome"?
"I wintered abroad"

Silky and creamy, they're a peppered prime cruise

Of gallery flocking

And a rank
Hierarchy
Locking


Arena behaviour
One man to a hill

In turtle neck style
With clean verbal kills
Pass the champagne

Will you please

And let's get on with

The next social squeeze

Female favoured

Custom tailored
The strutting grounds
For the posh

Aggregates
Spilling, dividing and multiplying
In a system of social

Rotating
Mates


It's a splendid
High waisted
White flavoured day


It's pavlov
With barking

And feathers
And pearls


It's porcelain
Oh so bored
Faces and curls

Buckles and budgets and bell-bottom cools

Struttung and strudding and preening by the rules
Ah
To hell with the rules