Fashion Doll Mag

In perfect lay
of cloth of altered Armani Privé
she has no mistake in care
with pressed and fixed wear
Fine lines down to lips
with the finest polished tips
Every line of fuchsia and plum
shows overdosed O.P.I.um
It cannot Cover the Girl
it makes her known to the world
Twinkles in her ears
neck to wrist, she flaunts flashy tiers
It is the glamorous ups
of Tiffany “Diamond” Stud
Now, the colors of pretty Prada
to her, mean nada
if she is not decked in lavish Lanvins
and beautiful Balmain pins
If beauty is pain
then she stands no gain
in the lofty Loubotins
she walks in
May Marc Jacob see
all the drapery
of his patterned flowers
and killer Kirkwood towers
It will bring him love
if only for the cloth above
The writings of the nifty Notens
will only benevolently Bespoken
on the tags in clear view
of all the matched Miu Miu
Like an ostentatious Opening Ceremony
her presence is matrimony
Something close to valuable Vera Wang
if human love was her thing
No problem with trying Tom Ford
it’s time she can afford
Neither with loving Louis Vuitton
With a capital L, her love is strong
She could be with any man
if he could understand
that her 123s and ABCs
were youthful Y-3s and awesome A.P.Cs
She is a fashion doll
Only in heels can she fall
She expresses it when she talks
and, even more, when she walks
beauty down the way
pass the unmatched Urban Decay

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