Leather Forever
Satisfaction is hard to find, and
wanting things gets you in a bind
If one thing was mine forever
it'd be leather, never pleather.
I know you're thinking, "why a purse?"
This girl is studying to be a nurse.
I do like school and class as well,
but limited edition purses ring my bell.
Purses hold things near to us.
They keep stuff safe, and have our trust.
Last fall, it was Louis Vuitton, Coach, and
Michael Kors that kept every girl doing extra chores.
Those prices kill,
but everyone knows hard work pays that bill.
Stranded on an island,
crossbody across my chest,
I would find myself happy because leather is the best.
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