Super Sexy Star

Note: Yes, this poem is so not like the usual poems I write. It still relates me though and it's kinda self-centered, but I find it funny. I'm a super super star I fit in 'em jeans I'm a sexy sexy star I mean what I mean And when I walk around The boys, they turn to look I got a sexy body I'm a beauty to boot I have my boyfriend in my car He's behaved, so far My exe's are all in my truck And they want me back My fans are waiting in my school They think I'm cool, well My haters keep on hatin' They should go to hell Oh wait, my daddy's calling Got my N95 I know it's somewhere in here In my Louis Vuitton I have to call the plumber My closet's overflowing I need my own designer I'm goin' to a party See, I'm the sexy of the night Got 'em designer jeans I have a plan to do tonight You know what I mean ;)