She wears satin

Spanish lace

She feels wild chinchilla

Brush across her face

She's lucky she's a woman

She wears diamonds

Bright as stars

She has lovers open doors

To fancy cars

She's lucky so lucky she's a woman

A perfume by Lanvin

To dab across her wrist

A secret ribboned diary

Of all the men she's kissed

So all the men she's kissed

Lilac waters bathe her skin

At the opera ushers gasp

When she sweeps in

Gifts of chocolate roses too

Hand delivered notes

Confessing "I LOVE YOU "

Milky lotions scented creams

She's the climax

Of your Technicolor dreams

How lucky can you be

So lucky you'll agree

And I wish that she were me

That woman