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 sliver 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 omelets 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 I've 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
But I have to stop my eyes from drifting downward towards his crotch
I can peak 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