To a friend on her 40th birthday

The Princess Looks At 40

By whiskeydent

(With Deepest Apologies to Jimmy Buffett, who gave us The Pirate Looks At 40)

Mother, mother Prada, I have heard your call
Wanted to wear your spiked heel shoes since I was three feet tall
You made’ em all, you made ’em all

Watched the stores that sold you switch from slings to pumps
And in their boxes they held the treasures few have ever seen
Most of ’em dreams, most of ’em dreams

Yes I am a princess, two hundred years too late
My crown doesn’t glisten, my friends won’t listen
I’m a nearly forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late

I’ve done a bit of shoppin’, I’ve never let a shoe sale pass
I spent enough money to buy Armani, but I threw ’em away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last

And I have worn flats now for over two weeks
I scraped ’em and I bumped ’em and they sprung a few leaks
But I got to stop slummin’, I gotta buy somethin’
Down to empty boxes again
Just a few shoes, just a few shoes


I go for fancy footwear, only in the latest style
Though I wear ’em one day and then I put ’em away
Paul can manage to smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while

Mother, mother Prada, after all the years I’ve found
My habit is an obsession that’ll never be unbound
Don’t you like my crown? Don’t you let me down.
Don’t you like my crown? Don’t you let me down.



One Response to To a friend on her 40th birthday

  1. Anonymous April 30, 2010 at 4:44 pm #

    Happy, Happy Big Four-O HP. Have a great time at your party, and if I don’t make it, hugs and kisses. You are awesome!! Beth

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