MIss Materialistic

She waltzes in,
In her ten inch heals,
Just like a barbie doll fresh out of its packet,
For those she thinks are below her,
She doesn't hesitate to cause a racket,

A premature desperate house wife,
She got the guy's in her eyes,
But the smart ones,
Have seen or the all signs before,
If just one girl clashes with her clothes,
She'll scratch her eyes for sure,

A danger to the weak hearted money making and single,
The only diagnosis from the love doctor,
Is run your ass while you can,
As she wont hesitate to brake the heart of any man,

Lip stick and mascara are her best and only friend,
Her personality is false it scores a zero,
You couldn't see any one this pretend,

Gossip and rumours these fiends survive on,
If they don't think you score highly in scheme of things,
Then they'll talk about you behind your back,
To anyone facing the same things,
lets start a revolution and give it them back,

She puts a shame to all the lovers that are so true,
Miss materailistic is false,
Where have the real lovers gone,
Oh cupid what are we to do