Ohhh my Furla…
Precious as a pearla.
You’re the bag of my dreams,
Up way too high in the sky.
Up above over my head,
My pockets are just too tight.
The chance to unzip the magic,
Makes this luxe romance less tragic.
There’s something about that leather…
Built to last and soft as a feather.
I know there will come a day,
I’ll be able to afford
The price to pay.
At least I can dream for now anyway.
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