The Wicked Kind
Jen de la Osa, Henry Beguiristain
Oh, the wicked kind
Believes the jealous mind
Is always on her tracks
Always on her tracks
Because the bourgeoisie
Could never truly see
The wisdom of her ways
The wisdom of her ways
But could one really weep
Within a verdant sea?
Could one really share
A life so debonaire? Oh, c’mon!
You’re the wicked kind
She says they do not mind
Working all the time
They’re happy to be here
Happy to be here
She dressing up this con as opportunity The chance won’t come again
Chance won’t come again
Now she’s got a Top Ten to go
With her Famous Boyfriend
A million dollar girl for this
Million dollar world
Oh, c’mon!
You’re the wicked kind