Letra de His Status Is... Preferred

He’s discerning, he’s refined Eats French cheeses, drinks French wine He travels all the time And at the airport, cuts the line And when he checks his leather luggage No extra charges are incurred ‘Cause he’s elite He’s Silver Elite Executive Silver Elite His status is preferred Fine hotels are where he stays The kind with grand breakfast buffets And a chef who can make omelettes a variety of ways And they don’t stick him in some regular room No, that would be absurd! He gets a suite A two-room Executive Suite An Executive City View Suite With a second TV and 400 thread count sheets Because his status is preferred Oh, can’t you see He’s got Premiere Access to me My whole life, I’ve been stuck in Economy I have waited and waited To one day be upgraded To spread my wings and fly Just a bit more frequently! On his wrist, a gold wristwatch On his lips, a blended Scotch And I have to stop my eyes from drifting Downwards towards his crotch! I can peek, but I have to be discreet ‘Cause he’s filet mignon Not just some piece of meat He’s sophisticated Elegant Elite In a word He’s Preferred