When I was in Nam...

Back in Nam,
The economy was different
I had money
I was a queen amongst tiny shoe sizes
Back in Nam,
I sat in hotel rooms
sipping at sweetened condensed milk with a little coffee added
for flavour
Sitting in cafes
breaking crossaints
sweating butter
Back in Nam,
I wore cashmere
pure silk
and finely embroided bags
I wasn't a student
I was ma'am
I was the blinding white beacon of beauty
I was a celebrity
Back in Nam,
troubles were a dream I knew I had
but couldn't quite place
days lasted for weeks
and home was breakfast
from 7-10
When I was in Nam,
I had a great time
nothing bad happened at all
and everything was fine.