Title: ___fabulous
Description: we live the fabulous life, will you?
Description: we live the fabulous life, will you?
fabulous admin - October 10, 2007 09:15 AM (GMT)
``fabulous
Beverly Hills.
The place where most of us grew up, and lived the perfect life. We hung with the Burberry wearing toddlers on the street full of mansions, and ate lobster and caviar baby food. This is our place. Where the gorgeous girls sun tan on the beautiful beach, or giggle on Rodeo Drive, butlers behind them carrying dozens of bags marked with the well know labels. Chanel, Tiffany, Louis Vuitton....it's just name to us, just a small part of our fabulous life. The adorable boys play football beside us, silver watches gleaming from their well tanned wrists, their tanned six packs shining under the hot sun.
If there is one place in the world that people want to get to, it's there.
And why wouldn't they?
Almost every single one of us got into Ivy league colleges, some got in because they deserved it, and some like us got in with a little push from our wealthy daddies. Whether it's a new wing, or a new library, daddy gave it to the school, and coincidently we got a letter the other day. Years later, we graduated with honors and went to presume our career.
It's the winners circle.
It's the glamorous life style.
Party. The five lettered word that also connects with that other five lettered word. Drama. Parties are just a past time to us, drinking from our crystal champagne flutes with butlers in black tuxedos ask us if we would like crab caviar patties. Change up the menus, eh? Cute boys, or girls dangle from our arms in top-notch dresses or tuxedos, while we skip the line and the guard opens the door for us, the back of the line always whining about how long they have waited.
It's you're name and picture on the cover of all the big magazines.
It's where you want to be.
But do the people who live there, want to be there?
In all honesty, are lies, drama, sex, drugs and fame all that?
Do we really want to be f a b u l o u s?
{&&} lots of cannons open
{&&} lots of PBs open
{&&} semi lit & up
Beverly Hills.
The place where most of us grew up, and lived the perfect life. We hung with the Burberry wearing toddlers on the street full of mansions, and ate lobster and caviar baby food. This is our place. Where the gorgeous girls sun tan on the beautiful beach, or giggle on Rodeo Drive, butlers behind them carrying dozens of bags marked with the well know labels. Chanel, Tiffany, Louis Vuitton....it's just name to us, just a small part of our fabulous life. The adorable boys play football beside us, silver watches gleaming from their well tanned wrists, their tanned six packs shining under the hot sun.
If there is one place in the world that people want to get to, it's there.
And why wouldn't they?
Almost every single one of us got into Ivy league colleges, some got in because they deserved it, and some like us got in with a little push from our wealthy daddies. Whether it's a new wing, or a new library, daddy gave it to the school, and coincidently we got a letter the other day. Years later, we graduated with honors and went to presume our career.
It's the winners circle.
It's the glamorous life style.
Party. The five lettered word that also connects with that other five lettered word. Drama. Parties are just a past time to us, drinking from our crystal champagne flutes with butlers in black tuxedos ask us if we would like crab caviar patties. Change up the menus, eh? Cute boys, or girls dangle from our arms in top-notch dresses or tuxedos, while we skip the line and the guard opens the door for us, the back of the line always whining about how long they have waited.
It's you're name and picture on the cover of all the big magazines.
It's where you want to be.
But do the people who live there, want to be there?
In all honesty, are lies, drama, sex, drugs and fame all that?
Do we really want to be f a b u l o u s?
{&&} lots of cannons open
{&&} lots of PBs open
{&&} semi lit & up