She’s got a lot of class. She’s got a lot of style.
I love the way she flashes that pretty little smile.
I like the way she walks. I like the way she talks to me.
She’s an uptown girl, a child of high society.
I like the way she holds me. I like the way she touches me.
I’m caught up in a trap, and I never want to be set free.
I can hold her for a while, but I know I’ll never tie her down.
So I’ll hold her while I can, and tonight she’s taking me uptown.
She’s got some fancy moves; she’s got them down pat.
She’s the kind of woman who knows where it’s at.
Anyplace she goes is exactly where I want to be,
‘Cause she’s an uptown girl, a child of high society.
Nov. 8, 1990
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