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If I were rich and famous
I could have my pick of things,
A white Rolls Royce or maybe a Porsche,
A handful of diamond rings.
A big house somewhere in the country
With someone to cater for my every need,
A gardener, a cook, even a gym trainer
To stop me from going to seed.
A yacht kept ready in the marina
Ready to sail at the drop of a hat,
A holiday home and a flat in town
With an Afghan hound and a Siamese cat.
Wardrobes full of expensive clothes
Fashion designers at my beck and call,
My manager and agent at the end of a phone
Two constant bodyguards, strong and tall.
But underneath the fame and wealth
I'm really just the same old me,
I wake up in bed and find it was a dream
Must have been the cheese I had for tea.
Heather Rimmer 1985 
