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I was observant
I figured out being
Upper class simply
Meant doing whatever
You felt like and so
I did that
Rearranging the altar at the
Cambridge May Ball
Tossing champagne at the punters
Sometimes being very kind, in pink chiffon
It seemed to me they were never unhappy
I snagged one
Moved to the French Riviera
Learned you can suffer
Amidst the Sevres
Though the silver was nice
I ditched him
Shuffled about with some others
And when my looks ran out
I lost my ticket to ride