Four hundred
I love you, I love you not
Just let me take all you got
Just a money bot
Everyone is out to take
Bad decisions are easy to make
Choose your words wise
Love in disguise
Make a call
Take a fall
No one is real
What's the deal
Just send me this money card
I'll hit your wallet hard
Special deal
I'm not even real
Taking you for a ride
Hurt your pride
Everyone trying
Don't care if your crying
Dying
Wanting all you got and a little more
Invite you in just to kick you out that door
I'm pretty
So witty
What's your income
Send me some
Take your money
But leaves you with no honey
Not so funny
No one is what they are
Who just stole my car
Now that's going to leave a scar.
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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