Lyrics:

See the girl in the cat black dress
She likes a man if he's had success
She likes to party, she likes to tease
But without money she's not easy to please

She's got looks, she's got style
She's a gold card Gaultier francophile
You got the moeny, you eat til you're full
But she can't love, she's so fashionable

She holidays in Mexico
To a place where the in-crowd go
She says the poor are something to see
Cheri, I'd never let them come near me

She's got cheekbones, she's got legs
She's got a million dollar beautiful empty head
She's got no time to be an animal
She can't love she's so fashionable

Just pull the string and hear her talk
She's got a slicked back catwalk walk
And that's all, nothing to say
She lights a cigarette and turns the other way

She's so slick, she's so cool
Her understanding of reality is minimal
Look in her eyes, there's nothing at all
She can't love, she's so fashionable