On Mondays she rises, quite late from her bed,
With dreams of the dollar signs bright in her head.
Too lazy for effort, too tired to strive,
Just jiggle the goods, and keep that alive.

The fans they will cheer, they’ll throw all their cash,
For Bonbi’s grand talent: a five-second flash.
But work, you might ask? Nah, she’s never in haste,
Why bother with effort when shaking pays great?