An uptown girl, I’ve often seen,
Is always prim, proper and clean.
Her fine attire is the envy of many,
And her bag is always full of money.
She smirks and smiles and doesn’t care a dime
For downtown people that she meets all the time.
All she cares about is her high class society
Amongst uptown people she is all sweetness and propriety.
Someday she would get bored of all her uptown glitz and glam
Then she would want to run away from her world, a sham.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem