Long legs taking you somewhere. Catch your reflection. In a window pane. The universe is starting to feel ya. Drinking tequila. Like it’s the name of the game. (Chorus). I know it hasn’t happened yet. You’re relying on the next cheque. I know that you’re a Glamour Puss. And my explanation’s useless. So you chew chew on the root. In your beautiful high heeled shoes. Miss Glamour Glamour Puss. Baby juggles fire in a blindfold. Finding a motorcycle. Through a hula-hoop but it. Sounds like dust on your record. You’re showing the pressure. Of doing loop-de-loop-de-loop. (Chorus). Push a little longer. Dance a little harder. Never give yourself away. Love a little less to. Keep yourself together. Everything’ll come your way. (Chorus)