How much? A phrase so common
The worth a commodity should wear on.
But what else can give it that price tag
Than the present value it now has.
So unfortunate most girls don’t know how much they are
Displaying what ought to be covered
And giving it all on a platter
So men have no need to dig further.
Howling and moaning under leaves and branches
The lucky ones get the honor of a back seat.
Even most animals can’t get so low
How cheap they are, this goes to show.
Wished only you knew
How “your honeys” now see you.
You can no longer walk by tall as you used to
Now they have known all that it is about you.
Painted withered flowers blooming around
So breath-taking yet so sour
Fading the more they are used.
How much now are you?