Gold Digger
She's the type of girl,
Whose name everybody knows.
Because of all the guys she's been with.
That's just the way it goes.
Long lashed baby blues,
Her hair, a honey gold.
Her body, every mans desire,
But her empty heart is cold.
She promises forever,
Then leaves you without shame.
After she's gotten what she wanted,
You are nothing but a game.
How much can she take you for,
How much will you buy,
She tells you that she loves you.
What a perfect lie
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2010
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