Vogue Queen
If I were stranded all by myself
all I would really need
is my favorite magazine
hopefully the only thing left
My Vogue Magazine, I cant live witout
something so close to my heart
thinking on what to put in shopping cart
enjoying the latest fashion thats out
Theyre like a medicine I need
Maybe have a fashion show , all alone
havin a runway evrywhere I roam
thinking of outifts made of limbs and tree
l lay in the moonlight
reading them over and over
looking for four leaf clovers
to have luck to dress monkeys tonight
Thats why i need them so much
to keep my imagination going
if not my life would be so boring
and witout them I'll be crushed
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