The Finer Things In #life I'm chipper all the day, I never serve myself. When will I get my own way? I'm not in the best of health. I like fancy clothes. Leather gloves and panty hose that don't contain holes. I want you to see; A sultry, smutty, sexy, slutty side of me. When I sing a song, Wearing nought but nipple tassels and a leopard skin thong. I'm the kind of woman who desires the finer things in #life. I'm tired of pulling pints for punters listening to woes and strife. I'm that girl who likes an ermine coat, champagne instead of gin, caviar instead of oats. Yes I'm the kind of woman who desires the finest things in #life. When I was just a girl I can recall the words my mother did utter; she said you'd better marry rich or else you'll end up in the gutter. I ignored her wisdom, now I'm skint, it's times like this I wish I hadn't stabbed the old bint. Think it's gonna be a while before I get the finer things in #life. I hope someday that I can get myself out of this rotten place. I stink of ale, stink of cigs, and stink like I've just ran a race. Never make a penny, never seen a pound and the only thing I'm running is this hole in the ground, Why can't I be one of the lucky ones who gets the finest things in #life?