Rich Girl
Hey, rich girl,
what's it like to be so pretty?
With all your glitter-gold finery
and flashy fadfashions,
quick cars
and classy bars;
Too many lovers,
enough friends?
(a good friend?)
Or do you know?
Do you even think
about it?
A look,
a glance,
is all it takes
to melt an admirer
or chill another's soul.
Do you ever think
you might be
breaking some longing guy's heart
needlessly,
someone you don't even know?
Do you ever think
about the shy girl?
You know,
the one in the corner,
whom you never seem to notice?
She's not pretty
or flighty
with no beaus
and no flitty flock of "friends."
No, you--
you've got it all: You are the pretty paper doll that all wish for and few--
oh, so few--
can afford.
Who can afford
your wicked whims,
your wildish ways,
your childish plays?
Hey, you,
do you ever think
about these things?
Hey, rich girl,
what's it like to be so pretty?
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