Props

  

Why waste your time with the slap and the tan

The nails and lashes that part with your cash

The heels and the weave leave your image downmarket

But where would you park it?

But where would you park it, yeah where could you park it, when going up market!

The Check on the cap and the Polo player’s

A touch on the large side for climbing the ladder

Success is the number of images snapped

Wearing Gucci from Croydon and Hunter’s while shopping

For garms that you’ve seen on celebs that they’ve papped

But where would you park it?

Where would you park it, yeah where could you park it, when going up market!

Your pocket, the wallet, the props say you’ve got it

They sell you the wedge, the flare and the silver

To make the men swoon, bend over and over

In heels that skyrocket, the thong and the wax,

The rack that the Swiss man designed on the max

But where would you park it?

Where would you park it, yeah where could you park it, when going up market!

Gossamer sheer and Shellac on the back,

Of acrylics you bought, that say  that you’ve got

The right ticket to ride, up the tower of gold,

Pimp yourself to the hilt and now try to relax

‘Cos it’s all in the walk, and the dip of your hip

The look in your eye and the gloss on your lip

But where would you park it?

Where would you park it, yeah where could you park it, when going up market!

© 2014 Christina Thom