"She's a lady" they say.
Because her wardrobe is only composed of channel,
And her drink of choice is always champagne.
But do they know how she got here ?
She wasn't born in grace,
She had to sell her services to climb the ladder,
Some might say it is unhuman,
But it was her choice, and she doesn't regret it.
What she regrets, is thinking that all her problems would disapear,
She feels entitled to be happy When everyday is a struggle.
A struggle to stay where she is.
Because in this world nothing is permanent,
And sometimes she sits on the floor
At 2 am after the bottles have been emptied,
And mixed with her pills.
She sits there crying and repeats to herself "I am happy, I'm happy...".
