Prancing around the office.
I'm wearing this dress, peeking for press,
Can't let just anyone spot this.
My feet are achey breaky
The designer thinks I'm shakey.
Singing random songs
In my silk robe and thong.
Comment on my look
Tell my body is not the size.
This forming complex
Market weeks demise.
Compliment my beauty,
Disguising all my pain.
Change the skirt, now switch the shirt,
All in the name of vain.
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