Still not one of THEM

Oh girl, you went to all the right bars and pubs
You drank martinis and expensive wines
Befriended star kids and spoke their words
But still you are not one of them

You laughed with them
On their high-society jokes
You pretended you were more of theirs
Than the ones below
But still you are not one of them

You disowned your roots
You made up your accent
You sashayed and swirled
But you couldn't fit in their circle
Oh girl, you are not one of them

And while poor people and mediocre lives
Were the scent of your arm pits
You feverishly scrubbed it off
To put apple shine on your cheeks
And still you are not one of them