She’s a material girl on her pedestal so high

Cluttered with glitter and make up to benign

Drapes in Gucci and Prada such fabrics so fine

Vapid, vein, and clueless while drinking her wine.

Hair like silk, strung up on her head

Eyelashes curled, lips gleaming cherry red

She speaks freely expecting no consequence

Spending money with all her accrued allowance

Some look at her in envy, others look at her in disgust

Her attention to neither, a girl you can’t trust

She always get what she wants, never told no

She wore her dress with too much to show

Louis Vuitton purses, Chanell wallets, and jewelry too

Pearls, necklaces, diamond rings, and Gucci evening shoes

Pumps, flats, there was nothing she didn’t have

Six times a day she took a bubble bath

She smells like Versace and love all sweets

Rides in a limo, sometimes wandered all the streets.

Walk-in closets separated by color code

Aisles and aisles of shoe racks, this girl’s at home

The few friends she has are extremely the same

Just as caught up with their hunger for fame

Toes dipped in gold and a heart of cold stone

Speaks of herself in the harshest of tones

When will she figure out what true love means