Her little black dress is by Ralph Lauren, her complexion is Lancome. Estee lauder blushed her lips And Apple made her phone. She loves the feel of Hermes’ silk upon her naked skin. Her shoes are Gucci, her bag by Coach. Her perfume is “my Sin”
Lady Clairol turned her hair the color of ripe wheat. She’s a devil wearing Prada who looks good enough to eat. I ponder on this vision And a stray thought makes me laugh: My fiercely independent woman Has been “branded” like a calf.
I got this one from reading a list of the 100 top brands in the world. About a quarter of the top brands make their money off of the demand for Women's luxury goods.