(P.Mark)
From the album IndigoVertigo

She shows up with no invitation
Snapping gum and whistling a tune
She interrupts the conversation
To talk about the price of her shoes
No class, no class
My woman’s got no class
But I love her anyway
She’s got a real fine mind

She laughs walking into a funeral
She likes poking fun at the poor
She chews with her mouth wide open
Sips champagne through a straw
No class, no class
My woman’s got no class
But I love her anyway
She’s got a real fine mind

She pulls at her hair in the theater
Always knows the wrong time to clap
She’ll talk, talk, talk through the movie
Then complain about the guy two rows back
No class, no class
My woman’s got no class
But I love her anyway
She’s got a real fine mind

She’s got a lawn jockey in her garden
She’s got shelves full of books she ain’t read
She claims that her work is so important
Then she spends the afternoon in bed
No class, no class
My woman’s got no class
But I love her anyway
She’s got a real fine mind