She's the definition of confidence.
She's got a skirt that ends just above her knees.
She wants all your attention and nothing less.
The door rings, and everyone knows who she is,
but not why she's there.
Wherever she goes, all eyes on her,
But she doesn't ever seem to care.
They told me, I would love her, too,
If I could understand her point of view.
Oh, Miss Fortunate, have you heard her cries
From her third-story bedroom at the window where she writes?
Oh, Miss Fortunate have you heard her sing?
"Money can't buy happiness, but the devil will bargain."
