She's a small town Gal
With Big city ways.
You hear the words
She says
She eats caviar on any given
day.
No brewskies
Not her
No way
She's pescatarian
Loves to put oyesters in her
stew
Some say
She will never ever follow
The rules
She turns up to the best
champagne.
It's her go to
on any day
As she parties
Like its her birthday
Monday fun day
Tuesday, her way
Wednesday, all play
Thursday vacay
At the bay
While making plans for
weekend
Only to play
She's simply
Doing life
Completely her
Own way!
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