Well I have never
Been the working class type
No I won't touch a bowling ball
I'd rather play bridge all night
At a high tea
Or in a country club
Or at my Nantucket estate
I've got fine art on my walls
Of portraits and landscapes

You'd better look up to me
Because I'm so high class
I've got blue blood running through my veins
And a big stick up my a-s

Yes I'm a white bred woman
I'm not some low class drone
I am a product of fine raising
I say "dreadful" and "oh no!"
And my gardener trims my hedges on my front lawn all year long
And I know all the words to every new Josh Groban song
So here's to all my cohorts out there
Keeping it fancy
Let me get a big "Oh my!"
From you white bred dames like me
"Oh my!"

Never been to a Wal Mart
That would be too gauche
I only wear the finest suits
Tailor made are all my clothes
I look so lovely
Oh so lovely
As all the ladies say
And my husband thinks I'm a true courtesan
When it's time to hit the hay

You might think I'm snooty
A condescending twit
Well I'm just here to tell you all
That I don't give a sh-t!

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