Out Of Your League (from "Drag: The Musical")

My dear, the problem isn't cash
The issue is your girls have no panache
My kittens pride themselves with grace
Your guppies act as— how do I put this? Blasé
You wear fishnets, we don Capezios
While you make peanuts, we snack on pistachios
I hope my candor serves you well
'Cause your girls don't have a chance in Hell
Clearly, we are really out of your league

Perhaps you've learned some better taste
And by the looks of it, you took the cake
I do applaud you for your bravery
But I can't save you from barbarity
You sing shanties, we perform works of art
I snicker at the thought of being your confidant
My golden standard's going platinum
And darling, I'm spilling the tea
We're very, positively out of your league

Indulgence is a friend of mine
And I've maxed out every credit line
My pride has gotten me this far
And I don't have any regrets, except for her
I'll never make that mistake again

So hurry back, run to your gutter swamp
But, hey, could I borrow that wig?
'Cause I've got some floors to mop
And as for you, I bid adieu
Please send Alexis my best
Karma is a filthy mistress
But that's survival of the fittest
And destiny has proven you're out of your league