My suitcases match, my clutch and my bag
Some call me a snob some call me a slag
I never go barefoot, without make-up, I'm blunt
Never a sports car with a big enough trunk.
I wear my emeralds every day of the week
Sunday the pearls get a special treat
Jimmy Choe's and always Louis Viton
What did you expect, of course I'm blond?
But I'm a high class broad, I don't need a guide
My chauffer knows the way, or the hunk at my side
You see me in the tabloids with the mayor and Brad
Be honest girlfriend, you're jealous and sad.
No, I don't line dance, drink beer in a bar
Victoria Secret matches Champaign and caviar
I play golf on Wednesdays at my own women's club
I won't be seen dead at the corner pub
I don't care what you think of my friends
We make the rules, we don't follow the trends
My investments are sound my trust fund secure
My Daddy's on Forbes list of top twenty-four.
Yes, I'm a high class broad, I don't need a guide
My chauffer knows the way, or the hunk at my side
You see me in the tabloids with the mayor and Brad
Be honest girlfriend, you're jealous and sad.
Jimmy Choe's and always Louis Viton
What did you expect, of course I'm blond!
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Dandelions In The Wind
PoetryThere are a lot of reasons why people write. For me it has always been like an addiction, a reporting on the world and therapy. People are my greatest inspiration and God created so many variants and flavours that we would always have something to...
