His Status Is... Preferred - Commentary

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
Downward 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