Money can’t buy happiness
But I’d rather binge eat Sevruga Grey caviar sitting on my Hamilton Conte Ignacio Sofa in Cream bawling with $300 Marc Jacobs mascara flowing down my beautifully made-up face and not even think twice because my facial at the best goddamn spa in Manhattan is the next day and Lori can use whatever f***ing c***tail of essential oils she can whip up to fix me in a snap and
Money can’t buy happiness
But I’d give up a good time to wrap myself in the luxurious embrace of Vivienne Westwood and to just touch a Yves Saint Laurent purse and
Money can’t buy happiness
But I’d rather strut around depressed in Gucci sunglasses and smoke cigarettes, stomping them out with next season’s Louboutins and
Money can’t buy happiness
But I’d rather cry in a Maserati I passively named named Diego after my “entrepreneurial” drug-lord ex-boyfriend and wreck it without a care because there’s a slightly bluer, slightly cuter custom Ferrari waiting for me in my 12-car-driveway at home and
Money can’t buy happiness
But it can buy you recklessness
And sometimes that’s all you need