In private jets they cruise, on recliners over the weather
On low and high riders, they ride low and hidden, on leather
On touch down, along bouncers, they walk under umbrellas
From motown to coast town, they bring a show no matter the weather
~
A fuss’ of polish and makeup, down, opens, flats and heels
A hand in another, another a hand on feels
His in squares, stripes, labels, another in jeans and white
Shis in anything, everything and mostly nothing
~
One flirts with the media, another poses for the paparazzi
One talks of their jitters, another of their success in the bizz
One has a ring, she talks of a fling, and shows off a bling
They say they’ve a thing, but mostly, they are a thing
~
One in shades, shows off his latest bit of fluff
One cannot tell if he is the gigolo or she is the bimbo
anyway, today, no one cares, who cares
She thins like a vagrant and looks like a million bucks
~
Another is lithe and blithe, adorning haute couture
This one is amiable, she adores the fame culture
She drawls at the boom, fans love this feature
She flaunts at the paparazzi, cameras love the picture
~
In LA, anywhere and nowhere, the same stars, I guess
Journals look for a killer line, its a game of chess
Without a blink cameras witness to later confess
Of malfunctions, anything, mostly of nothing more or less
~
