Burberry cashmere shrouds her China doll neck
It cost way too much, but oh well, what the heck
Ann Taylor classics drape delicate shoulders
Like a fine cabernet, gets better, not older
Prim Prada pumps protect delicate feet
Some flaming gay stylist does her hair oh so neat
Her personal trainer keeps her physically fit
Some heads will be turning, no doubt about it
She knows but won't tell, Victoria's Secret
Skin soft as suede, Estee Lauder helps keep it
Leisurely lunching at Bistro P. F. Chang
Nothing unusual, drops some bucks for her bang
Her Mercedes Benz transports all her travels
When she gets home at night I start to unravel
She brings extra lean bacon and whole grain bread
I'm crazy for this goddess; gone out of my head
Nothing's too good for my baby
If you knew her like I do, you'd see
Nothing's too good for this woman I love
But she's too good for the likes of me
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