CLASS

I read Vanity Fair.

I wear pure silk underwear.

I put Chanel #5 behind my ears.

I will only drink imported beer.

I have a yearly subscription to the Washington Post.

I eat bagels with cream cheese, certainly not toast.

I enjoy a mean game of Trivial Pursuit,

and I can play Mozart on my flute.

Others see me as a woman of means,

from my hand brocaded sweaters to my designer jeans.

Most people think reserved is my statement of fashion.

No one knows he can release my passion.

I am not just a lady of class,

I am also a lady who enjoys a good piece of...cheese cake.