Chains Made of Money

She was so visually stunning That when I saw her instead of being cunning I started running Figuring anything this promising had to be up to something She may as well have had warning tattooed on her forehead Seeing as her skirt was in need of more thread And was showing more than her bare legs She's been misled She approached me and asked if love could be this simple I replied "You just see potential in my visual credentials" She looked perplexed face lost its dimples Then replied "Oh you Mr. spiritual" I sat her down and told her I saw beyond her facade And that she would rather be pleasin God And me I got my flaws but Im workin on em all Where others stride I barely crawl Sometimes I stumble and even fall But I get up when others pause perpetual motion with a cause She then began to weep so heavily it was scary She said walk in her shoes and dared me She was enraged she's just a slave And her chains are made of money.