VERSE
All fabulous she comes
Yellow fingers from the cigarettes
Just a person like this, can make his style
All fashionist he comes
Shallow things dress him 'till his feet
Oh shallow things
Brought him here today

PRE-CHORUS
A kiss, a disire, but across the street a glance at him
Makes Mr. Shallow dirturbed
There she is, red n' weird, looking straight at him
And wishing

CHORUS
Oh, Mr. Sallow, why don't you realize
Life is more than your chlotes and your car
Oh, Mr. Shallow, have you no culture? Have you no shame?