rhyme - Ode to the Lassitude of 88th Street

This glancing blow,
In freezing snow,

Of a cat woman,
In faux platinum,

Dedicated to bonneted lassies,
Elegant ladies so classy,
Boy loving Mona Lisas,
Dressed like fashionistas,
Always so enticing,
In urban life thriving,

With sneakers on my feet,
Patron of archivists I greet,

Narcissistic action is required,
That my beauty hath inspired,

Temperatures rising outside,
Emergency services notified,
This extreme heat in the air is,
Making Viserion leave Daenerys,

Perspiration hitting the ground,
Confirm to me that I am renowned,
In a desert all evaporated,
My crew remains fiscally motivated,

Let the choir sopranos celebrate,^*
Since the lassitude of 88th street will donate,^*
Situated in our weekend location,
Skeptics obtain visual confirmation,^**

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This made me laugh so much when I got it. Line by line first, answer at the bottom.

This glancing blow,
In freezing snow,
Of a cat woman,
In faux platinum,

This hit, that ice cold
Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold

Dedicated to bonneted lassies,
Elegant ladies so classy,

Boy loving Mona Lisas,
Dressed like fashionistas,
Always so enticing,
In urban life thriving,

This one for them hood girls
Them good girls straight masterpieces
Stylin', wilin', livin' it up in the city

With sneakers on my feet,

Patron of archivists I greet,
Narcissistic action is required,
That my beauty hath inspired,

Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent
Gotta kiss myself, I'm so pretty

Temperatures rising outside,
Emergency services notified,
This extreme heat in the air is,

Making Viserion leave Daenerys,

I'm too hot (hot damn)
Called a police and a fireman
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Make a dragon wanna retire man

Perspiration hitting the ground,
Confirm to me that I am renowned,
In a desert all evaporated,

My crew remains fiscally motivated,

I'm too hot (hot damn)
Say my name you know who I am
I'm too hot (hot damn)
And my band 'bout that money, break it down

Let the choir sopranos celebrate,*
Since the lassitude of 88th street will donate,*
Situated in our weekend location,

Skeptics obtain visual confirmation,**

Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)*
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you*
Saturday night and we in the spot
Don't believe me just watch

If you haven't gotten it yet, these are expertly transcribed lyrics to

Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars.