(R. Matsuo, H. Mahelona)
She's got her pearls and diamond rings,
Her perfect world, expensive things,
House on a hill with a breathtaking view,
A private gym, Olympic pool.
If you ask me, she's a very lucky girl.
She wears real fur and plays the queen
In her chauffeured stretch limousine.
He bought that dress, thick French perfume.
He gilds her cage she calls her room.
To all who see, (they think) she's a very lucky girl.
But I know she's missing one thing
That she feels would make her life
complete.
But she wouldn't confess it, and I'm
not gonna press her.
I know all of his assets don't really
impress her.
He thinks she's sweet. He likes her style.
She fit the bill with her come-hither smile.
She spun her web. She caught her prey.
Now that she's his, she'll make him pay.
He doesn't care. He's got a very lucky girl.
But I know she's wanting one thing
‘cause she whispered when his back
was turned.
But I'm not gonna save her. I don't
need her to teach me.
If she needs a favor, she knows where
she can reach me.
