Pampered
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You are so lucky
to have those who always
cared for you
you are so blessed
to be brought up by those
who always provided you an umbrella
when it was raining
you are so fortunate
Béyonce you wish you were me,
Strutting in my Luis V.
You think you're as bad as can be,
But hey I got my Céline with me.
Paris made, London born,
Baby got that foreign form.
You built me up, up to the clouds
In my throne, as I looked down
At all the faces that stood below
Just to keep me as your little girl.
Kept me there safe and protected
