[MOLINA]
She wears satin
Spanish lace
She feels wild chinchilla brush
Across her face

She's lucky
She’s a woman

She wears diamonds
Bright as stars
She has lovers open doors to fancy cars

She's lucky, so lucky
She's a woman

A perfume by Lanvin
To dab across her wrist
A secret ribboned diary
Of all the men she’s kissed
So many men she's kissed

Lilac waters
Bathe her skin
At the opera, ushers gasp
When she sweeps in
Gifts of chocolate
Roses, too
Hand-delivered notes
Confessing "I love you"

Milky lotions
Scented creams
She's the climax
Of your technicolor dreams

How lucky can you be?
So lucky you will be
And I wish that she were me
That woman