Michael Martin Murphey Lyrics
"Pink Lady"

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 cocktails
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?