There she is! There she is!
Miss Pretty in Pink!
Excuse me, Miss--
The chase is on.
Her smile, her laugh makes
them swoon. Golden locks bounce up and down.
Miss Pretty in Pink,
tell us your secret!
Everyone wants to know-- Thongs or panties?
She's on top of the
world, high on her Gucci heels,
Miss Pretty in Pink,
what is your secret?
Do you have any opinions on today's generation?
She's just out of their reach.
Is that why they love her so?
Miss Pretty in Pink,
let us in on your secret!
Are the rumours about you and a certain actor true?
She must be perfect in
every way, a passerby whispers.
Miss Pretty in Pink,
stop a moment, please!
You've been named one of People magazine's most beautiful women! How do you feel about that?
Those heels must hurt, says another,
and indeed, they do.
10 blocks in less than a half hour.
I must tell my personal trainer.
I've had it with these people.
So she whips out her purse,
draws out a tube, and says
into the camera, "Use
Maybelline eyeliner. No smudges,
lasts all day long."
That shuts them up.
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This was really such a piece about those supposedly Absolutely Perfect people (yes, pretty in pink. Ughh.) You really snapshot-ed the papparazzi, all their questions and how they never seem to give anyone a moment of peace.
I absolutely LOVED the last two stanzas. I just laughed and laughed and laughed after I read it. It was hilarious. :D
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