A stranded soul I queasily enquire
Cocquettes concerned in clique of peer to peer
To catalogue and catwalk will aspire
Is any modest underneath veneer?
You say youre not a psychic soul or seer
You havent seen a frozen pose and pout
A clever cut of clothes yes nothing queer
The code of decency they couldnt flout
A gambling man I am Im linked to luck
To quirky coincidence I look to muse
Upon expedient deeds in name of ruse
I frown I wince at ways to pass the buck
Ill meet the babe the way its ever meant
In circumstance of dozy accident
Chorus meant deemed ordained
