She's my flower of Shang - hai

I'm an ordin - ary guy.

She likes steak and fancy drinks,

I'm OK with beer and links.

She looks chic from toes to tress,

all my wardrobe is a mess.

She tools 'round in vintage cars,

I hang 'round in bars.

She's my flower of Shang -- hai,

And no matter how I try,

Every par-ty we attends,

I piss off her high -- toned friends.

She buys at the finest shops,

I work hard a -- voiding cops.

She pays girls to do her nails,

I spend my cash on bail.

She sits in stately drawing rooms with diplomats and kings,

Dis cussing art and poetry and all the finer things.

I spend my time in smoky dives while shooting pool and dice. Consorting with a motley crew, all well endowed with vice.

I spend my time in smoky dives while shooting pool and dice. Consorting with a motley crew, all well endowed with vice.

She's my flower of Shang -- hai

And things always go a -- wry

When she takes a bum like me

Out with her, when she takes tea.

She glides out to opera shows,

I hang out with folks who bowls.

All her books have leather spines.

The comic books are mine.

Break

She stands there in an evening gown, a vision to the eyes

And every time I take her out, I fight off other guys.

She doesn't like my low-brow friends, much less my mangy cur.

By now you're prob'ly wondering, what do I see in her?

She's my flower of Shang -- hai,

And I don't mean to im - - ply

She's any less than number one

When the day's hard work is done.

Puts on her robe, lets down her hair.

I sit back in my easy chair.

She shows me ex -- actly why

She's my flower of Shang -- hai.