She got the weary blues and she is

Hooked on designer brands to quench

Her ghostly dry soul with songs of status

That weigh her shoulders down with sorrow


Thump, thump, she plants her feet on the

Ground as she digs a hole in her weary blue wallet

With fingers so hot that she can’t resist spending

Every penny because she is hooked on designer brands


Singing her blues all the way to the store

She digs a hole in her wallet to soothe

Her empty, poor soul with materialistic goods

She can’t afford because she is intoxicated with sorrow


She shops her sad self to the tune of elevator music

As her reality is twisted with the weary blues that

Drain her weary blue wallet to nothing

Because she is hooked on designer brands