She’s a fancy,
dancy girl
with her
diamonds
and pearls;
driving daddy’s car,
living life on her cell,
and everybody else
can just go to hell.
Such a burden carried
from day to day
where to shop;
where to play,
shallow friends
in an empty life
but the money
can’t buy a soul.
Have you any dreams
worries or doubts?
Ever consider what life
might be about?
Perhaps money
IS all
you need
when it’s all
you have.
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