Miss A La Cream

Waiting is worth the while Miss A La cream, a la cream The lady of magnificent style The woman of many a mans dream A natural born striker Every man in turn likes her The queue up in flashy little cars It doesn’t get them really any far Miss A La cream, a la cream The lady of posh self-esteem At day, she’s in the sauna wrapped in towels At day she’s at the hairdressers draped in jewels At night, she can be found at many a brothel But don’t you ever ask, what is a vowel? But don’t you ever attempt to make her to spell Natural yellow, gold and blonde With an exquisite scent from beyond A La cream, a la cream She can pander a whole football team Up in the mountains or down by the streams When she walks the street with her heels Mouths open, hearts relentlessly dream Notwithstanding her heart is stronger than steel That’s why she is Miss A la cream, A la cream