(A/N: yeah..don't ask..)

To Be

Oh to be so very pretty

To receive longing stares

Not be the object of pity

To have perfect nails

and perfect hair

having so much flare

Oh to be so very witty

Getting jealous glares

Put on all the committees

Bringing in money by the palls

Having that intelligent air

never having to despair

To live in the perfect city

A city of billionaires

with no one called 'Kittie'

This city is in my prayers

I will find my city, but where?

who should look for it, I dare