King Crimson

Your admirers on the street
Gotta hoot and stamp their feet
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by mocassin sneakers
And I thought my heart would break
When you doubled up the stake
With your fingers all a shake
You could never tell a winner from a snake
But you always make money
Easy Money
With your figure and your face
Strutting out at every race
Throw a glass around the place