Stiletto teeter totter
Celeb wanna-be spotter
Open arms of Mother City
All dressed up very pretty
All hot air and fragile ego
Amass. Amok. Ergo.
We came. We saw. We wept.
We walked. We danced. We slept.
A pretty bird please come to me
I will open the cage and set you free
Just sing your pretty song to me
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