She wakes up in the morning at 45 past nine,
To meet her friends for brunch in New York’s Upper East Side,
The waiter floats between them and knows them all by name,
They flirt with him as he fills their glass, half longing and half game.

His eyes are green like emeralds, she’s noted more than once.
And hair that curls up slightly which makes her stay for lunch.
The looks that go between them are clear and most concrete,
The eye that shops for diamonds and the eye that roams the streets.

When the check comes to the table, she straightens up her hair.
He gives a nod to thank her, and she sees the longing there.
The girls get up for shopping, their purses swell with notes,
To spend on shoes and dresses, and that new Armani coat.

The girl looks back behind her to see what he will do,
As customers rush past her and she sees he has no clue.
It’s not about her money and it’s not about her pride,
She just wants to be happy on New York’s Upper East Side.

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