She goes to discos with a hard-running crowd
Dressed up to kill, they never speak very loud
Her style and speed are from another decade
And when she struts the street, she's on parade
Deco lady, deco lady, spending money like rice
Deco lady, deco living really feels so nice
Her clothes ain't faggy, draggy Art Nouveau
She's gold and gilded, Metro-Goldwyn deco
She drinks Manhattans, swizzle stick ebony
And drags a cigarette from ivory
Deco lady, deco lady, dancing into your heart
Deco lady, deco loving tears your mind apart
Deco lady, don't need toke smoke coke scenes
Deco lady, deco sleep wakes up to deco dreams
Decked out in satin like a dream movie queen
Bigger than life upon the wide silver screen
Padded shoulders slashed with stripes to her hips
A thousand lines upon her painted lips
Deco lady
