Did you hear
about the girl
Who had it
all worked out
Knew exactly
what she wanted
Never had a doubt
Did you hear
about the girl
Who lived by
her own rules
She grabbed life
by the throat
And didn't suffer fools
Did you hear
about the girl
Who lived out
all her dreams
Of spotlights
on Broadway
Scenes on
silver screens
In the stars
she was someone
Not just
another face
On the road to
fame and fortune
At last she'd
found her place
She's stylish, delightful,
I Q of one four three
Brassy, but classy
I wish that girl was me
Did you hear
about the girl
Who married
Mister Right
A semi
in the suburbs
A Volvo
in the drive
Happy ever after
She thought
this must be it
Pity Mister Right
Was just
another git
She's charming,
disarming
Tasteful to a tee
Gracious, tenacious
I wish that
girl was me
Did you hear
about the girl
Did you hear
about the girl
Did you hear
about the girl
Did you hear
about the girl
Who's nose was
not quite straight
Says she's thirty two
More like thirty eight
A pimple on
her forehead
With crow's feet
round her eyes
Cracking bit
of cleavage
But too much
on the thighs
Did you hear
about the girl
Did you hear
about the girl
Did you hear
about the girl
Who's head was
full of dreams