Drive a Porsche Nine- Eleven, Wear the Gucci Horse-bit gold ? Take you back to Seventh Heaven ? Style locked in Gimlet mould. Oyster Bayβs crisp apple bite Quaffed in slender crystal flute, Cartier peeps from the cuff Of silken shirt in peerless suit. Bircher bowls of oaten crepes At Harbour-side in golden dusk, A prelude to a moonlit cruise With chiffoned girl in **** musk. Pink mansion perched at high cliff edge Standing over Half Moon Bay Where pokerβs stratospheric stakes Depicts that only Players play. Cash cascades with no restraint For gleaming ninety carat stone, Adorning ladies on your arm Who just, will not leave you alone. You wear your Porsche Nine- Eleven, Drive your Gucci Horse-bit gold, Wrap yourself in Seventh Heaven.... Consumated Gimlet hold.*