Billionaire CEO Trope: the romance novel you keep reading like trash
He's my Princeton legacy beau
Promising young man
Tags me along as his side chick
Somewhere in Manhattan
Upper East Side, darling
He tells me who I am
He's that NFL die-hard fan
Saying hurray in L.A.
Cruising through West Coast
Pink Malibu overdrive
If summer’s coming,
We soak in Coachella
Flying a fast life by jet-settin'
My life, you see, is escapism
His profile makes a silhouette
Baby blue eyes, James Dean urbane
Swaggerin' smooth, call him Marlon Brando
I'm in daze, breathless, puckered up face
He can carry me away
At night I listen to jazz and blues
I'd dance with you
All-American Blue
Damn asshole
Looks at me with amused condescension
Held my left cheek, quite gentle
With his voice taut
It's my strapped leather
He murmurs close
With his Boston lilt
His tone firm
In my ears, fluttering like feather
"Aren't you my pretty little baby
Fair enough to gaslight?"
For my man does all the stupidest shit
Goads me to go along with him
But I'll be fucked if I didn't build my assets
Even if I know better than to like him
'Til he's a hedonist goner
For he takes vacation in the Caribbean
And I'd rather fly back home to the Philippines
Leave that bastard hung up until he calls
Phone ringing, he will soon say,
"Hey, babe. What's up?"
Fuck that.
I never missed you.
My benign affection is frivolous
In his tailored suit, a Thom Browne
Walk by a beat
Rippin' down bad in his American jeans
A True Religion
My man's wrist is wrapped by Rolex
My man's wrist is shining with Patek
He gave me a string 'round my neck,
Pretty VVS, white stones Cartier
Hugged by a little black dress,
But I prefer Iris van Herpen
Clinking crystal champagne
Cozing at a wide golf park
Call it country club, yeah,
I had that back home
My man's a fascinating sort
Until you're done with his bullshit
Once I'd call him, asking
"Let's get this over with
I may look like your side chick
But never am I your simpleton bitch."
He nods in acquiescence
As if it's his permission
I'd look upward to heavens
Why, oh why, did I give this man
A fig of affection?
"So, we'd call it quits,"
Says the man in question
"This sucks, babe."
No shit, darling beau
You better go to hell
Than me putting up with you
Ah, what a sad fate to leave his glamorous life
But then in return is to date a manchild
Bah! He can have all those blonde and brunettes
Hazel eyes, green eyes
Silver or copper metallic eyes
Victoria's Secret Models, perfect sight
It's a goodbye for this brown eyes
You wanted a red-head?
Fine, my man.
But then I see you,
Hanging out with a jet black-haired darling
I'd throw my head with a scoff
Oh, she's fine
She absolutely looked the part
Tsk. Tsk.
Damn, damn, shame
For je ne sais quoi
If you'd ever miss me already
I'd tip him my hat if we ever cross paths
Hope not, I'd rather not go back
Who knows if I did
I'll see another side chick
Young and naïve,
Carrying his arm
Awestruck like a puppy
I remember,
I saw that before in front of my mirror
You can have him
For all that I care
